K-POP Lyrics Song

Bruce SpringsteenWild Billy`s Circus Story

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.
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.

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