Pink laddered tights and Bright neon lights and A lady with a foot-long beard The circus is coming into town Bringing all things great and weird Onto the green the Ringmaster's seen to Swear at a mile-high tent It's taken all week to get it up And the centre-pole has bent Chorus Raise up your hands Scream down the stands Give a loud cheer The circus is here Into the tent a Fortune is spent on Tickets for the front-row seats It should be a damn good show for what It's worth on our receipts On come the clowns in Greens, pinks and browns and Custard and a huge beach ball Their trousers are so big it seems Size zero's not too small Chorus On with the show but The tight-rope's too low and The rope-walker seems a fraud The tightrope has stretched right to the ground For his waistline's far too broad Acrobats swing high Over the ring and Always without a frown They're effortlessly proving that Life's full of ups and DOOOOWWwwwwnnnnnss...! Here come the lions, all chasing Their tamers round and round Help! Aargh! Stop it! Eek! Lion's roar, etc. Chorus Instrumental solo Instrumental solo, chorus Chorus Well, it's been great but It's twenty past eight and We really have to disappear. An urgent appointment out of town But the best of luck next year! Sure, it's been fun but I'm not the one to Say just how well you did Maybe some practice would do good? (But not here, I forbid!) The ringmaster's right, 'twas A wonderful night but Not what we were led to believe We'd seen all the tricks, but then he had Another up his sleeve Off went the cannon And hit the man on The wire from the roof to the ground He knocked the centre pole askew And the tent came crashing down - Martin Bazley - 25th November 2007
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