Nothing is for certain

That's what the showman said

First you must open the curtain

And stand'em on their heads

There can be no inhibitions

No prima donna ways

If you want to pass the audition

And times is tough these days



Remember when Mr. Barnum

Presented Jenny Lind

They named a candy after her

A circus after him

End of my story

The rest is history

She in all of her glory

He lived quietly

He needed her, she needed him

As sure as the sky above

In a way it was for them

A lesson in love

A lesson in love



You look like the moonglow

That follows me home

Always makes me turn around

Won't leave me alone

First to come are the midgets

A monkey and a kid

Followed by those two one-armed jugglers

The ego and the id



Songs of the season

Apples of the sun

There is no rhyme or reason

Just a time for each and every one

Hang on Mr. Barnum

Hang on Jenny Lind

We will meet you in streets of gold

Where eternity begins

We will let it all hangout

Go hand in glove

Live was meant to live and learn

A lesson in love

A lesson in love