| Cotton candy, two for a quarter | 
| See if the fat man can guess your weight | 
| A big stuffed tiger is what I bought her | 
| And I’m going home 'cause it’s late | 
| Roller coasters make me dizzy | 
| And cotton candy makes me sick | 
| I wish I had some Bromo fizzy | 
| Now that would do the trick | 
| Everyone knows that the clowns aren’t happy | 
| And everyone knows that the people don’t care | 
| I wish I could laugh at the way that they’re acting | 
| But I’m so sick, I just don’t dare to | 
| High wire dancers kick and balance | 
| White silk horses step in time | 
| The tattooed man displays his talents | 
| I’m not the talented kind | 
| I always go to the circus on Sunday | 
| And there I can laugh at the people I see | 
| But when I leave home in the morning on Monday | 
| Everybody laughs at me | 
| I make other people nervous | 
| I guess that’s why they laugh at me | 
| But to me my life is a three-ring circus | 
| And I can see it for free | 
| Have you seen my wife Elvira? | 
| She can tame a lion, you know | 
| Well, I once had a bushy mane | 
| But that was so damn long ago | 
| Tight-collared clowns in plastic buildings | 
| Have happy families as their fate | 
| Happy jobs and happy clubs | 
| And happy people they hate | 
| Everyone’s juggling and everyone’s acting | 
| With smiles of grease paint three feet wide | 
| Everyone’s caught on a carousel pony | 
| And one time around is a lifetime ride |