Circus Song (Live) Lyrics

Song	Circus Song (Live)
Artist	Bruce Springsteen
Album	Bound For Glory 1973 (Live)
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	作词 : Bruce Springsteen
	作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
	Ah, one, two, three four
	The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
	And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
	Behind the tent, the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade
	Circus town's on the shortwave
	Well, the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
	Oh, fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
	And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
	And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
	Circus town's been born
	Oh, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro
	Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope
	With a cannon blast, lightnin' flash, movin' fast through the tent, Mars-bent
	He's gonna miss his fall, oh, God save the human cannonball
	And the flyin' 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 Samson 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 and whispers into the little boy's ear
	Hey, son, you want to try the big top?
	All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop

	zuo ci : Bruce Springsteen
	zuo qu : Bruce Springsteen
	Ah, one, two, three four
	The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
	And the fireeater' s lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
	Behind the tent, the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower' s blade
	Circus town' s on the shortwave
	Well, the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
	Oh, fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
	And the manbeast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
	And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo' s scorn
	Circus town' s been born
	Oh, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina toandfro
	Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope
	With a cannon blast, lightnin' flash, movin' fast through the tent, Marsbent
	He' s gonna miss his fall, oh, God save the human cannonball
	And the flyin' Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist
	And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along, ninetyfive, ninetysix, ninetyseven
	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 Samson 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 and whispers into the little boy' s ear
	Hey, son, you want to try the big top?
	All aboard, Nebraska' s our next stop

	zuò cí : Bruce Springsteen
	zuò qǔ : Bruce Springsteen
	Ah, one, two, three four
	The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
	And the fireeater' s lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
	Behind the tent, the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower' s blade
	Circus town' s on the shortwave
	Well, the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
	Oh, fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
	And the manbeast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
	And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo' s scorn
	Circus town' s been born
	Oh, and a press roll drummer go, ballerina toandfro
	Cartwheelin' up on that tightrope
	With a cannon blast, lightnin' flash, movin' fast through the tent, Marsbent
	He' s gonna miss his fall, oh, God save the human cannonball
	And the flyin' Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist
	And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along, ninetyfive, ninetysix, ninetyseven
	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 Samson 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 and 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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