The Man on the Flying Trapeze

(As performed by Doodles Weaver)



As the crowd roars, to the center ring steps our fractured baritone.

Are you in voice Winstead?

I believe I am in voice.

(pitch pipe)

*sings out of tune* OOOWWWWWOOOOO

professor?

(pitch pipe)

*sings out of tune* OOOWWWWWOOOOO



Ohhh..... hunce I was wappy uh, Once I was sappy uh, Sap I was wussy... no,

no, no...

Once I was happy, buts now I borlorn, uh,

Lorn I fow mow, uh, Sigh on lie now, uh, Nylons are free.... No, no...

Now I'm forlorn...

(pitch pipe)

*sings out of tune* OOOWWWWWOOOOO



Like an old goat... Oh no, not a goat, that's an animal.

Like an old coat that is tornered and tat, uh.... teetered and tonned,

uh... tattered and tipped, uh... tap with a toupee, uh... ripped!

(pitch pipe)

*sings out of tune* OOOWWWWWOOOOO



Left in this wide world to sleep and to snore, uh... to weep and to mourn,

Betreaned by a jade in her means. No. Bemeaned by a trade for some

jeans.

No. Bejeaned by a teen with some jade. No. Betrayed by a maid in her

teens.

OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...................



He floats by his hair. Ooh. Not by his hair. That would hurt!

Speaking of hair, a man came up to me and said,