Wild Billy's Circus Story Lyrics

Song	Wild Billy's Circus Story
Artist	Bruce Springsteen
Album	The Wild, The Innocent And The E Street Shuffle
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	作词 : 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.

	zuo ci : 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 manbeast 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: " 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 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.

	zuò cí : 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 manbeast 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: " 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 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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