[00:27.000] Over the mountains, and under the sky
[00:31.000] Riding dirty gray horses, go you and I
[00:36.000] Mating with chance, copulating with mirth
[00:40.000] The sad-glad paymasters (for what it's worth)
[00:44.000] The ice-cream castles are refrigerated;
[00:48.000] The super-marketeers are on parade
[00:52.000] There's a golden handshake hanging round your neck
[00:56.000] As you light your cigarette on the burning deck
[01:00.000] And you balance your world on the tip of your nose
[01:04.000] Like a Sealion with a ball, at the carnival
[01:09.000] You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat
[01:13.000] The Almighty Animal Trainer lets it go at that
[01:17.000] You bark ever-so-slightly at the Trainer's gun
[01:21.000] With you whiskers melting in the noon-day sun
[01:26.000] You flip and you flop under the Big White Top
[01:30.000] Where the long-legged ring-mistress starts and stops
[01:34.000] But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin
[01:38.000] As the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin
[01:43.000] But you balance your world on the tip of your nose
[01:46.000] You're a Sealion with a ball at the carnival
[02:24.000] Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins
[02:28.000] For there is no business like the show we're in
[02:33.000] There is no reason, no rhyme, no right
[02:37.000] To leave the circus 'til we've said good-night
[02:41.000] The same performance, in the same old way;
[02:45.000] It's the same old story to this Passion Play
[02:49.000] So we'll shoot the moon, and hope to call the tune
[02:53.000] And make no pin cushion of this big balloon
[02:57.000] Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses
[03:01.000] Like Sealions with a ball at the carnival