Wild Billy's Circus Story - Bruce Springsteen
    The machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave

    And the fire eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heatwave
    Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade
    And circus town's on the shortwave

    The runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
    Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
    And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
    As the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
    Circus town's been born

    Whoa, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to and fro
    Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope with a cannon blast lightin' flash
    Movin' fast through the tent Mars bent, he's gonna miss his fall
    Oh God save the human cannonball.
    And the flying Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist,
    And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: "Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven"
    A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
    And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
    They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind
    A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin
    Runnin' home to some small Ohio town
    Jesus send some good women to save all your clowns

    And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire
    And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire,
    And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
    Circus town's on the live wire
    And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget little Tiny Tim way up on his shoulders, way up
    And carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors
    To his dimly lit trailer
    And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop
    And the circus boss leans over, whispers into the little boy's ear "Hey son, you want to try the big top?"
    All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop. 


    Marco Giunco
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