Bruce Springsteen – Wild Billys Circus Story (Ukulele)

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The Machinist climbs his ferris wheel like a brave 

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And the fireeater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heatwave,

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Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallowers blade,

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Circus town's on the shortwave

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Well the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn,

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Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns,

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And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn 

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And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn

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Circus town's been born.

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Whoa and a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro cartwheelin' up on that tightrope,

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With a cannon blast, lightin' flash, movin' fast through the tent, Mars bent,

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He's gonna miss his fall, 

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Oh God save the human cannonball.

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And the flying Zambini's watch Marguarita do her neck twist,

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And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: 95, 96, 97.

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A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds,

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And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds

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They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind,

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A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin, 

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Runnin' home to some small Ohio town

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Jesus, send some sweet women to save all your clowns

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And circus boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire, 

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And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire,

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And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire,

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Circus town's on the live wire.

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And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up

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And carries carries him on down the midway past the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer

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And the ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop,

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And the circus boss leans over and whispers in the little boy's ear, 

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Hey son you want to try the big top?

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All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop.

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