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