Now I

I want out of the circus

Since the girl in the blue sparkly dress

On one knee I confessed

Put an end to that exchange of glances



Now I

I want out of the circus

That old gang of dwarves

Sometimes they're downright feral

When they

They've been around that old beer barrel



The old lion's teeth

It seems like a smile to me

With some sweet relief

I just stick my head in



Now my tale

It's too ordinary

For anyone to care at all

Not like the man repeatedly struck by lighting

When he bears his scars, we all know

When he bears his scars, he is a star