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