| Tattoo’d lady, bearded baby, they’re my family | 
| When I was lonely, something told me where I could always be | 
| Where I could wish for pennies, if we had any | 
| You’d meet me down at the shooting gallery | 
| Yes, I’m a fair ground baby, wonder what made me | 
| Fall for the Pearly Queen | 
| I spent my youth under canvas roof | 
| As I roamed from town to town | 
| I’m not fooling when I say I got no schoolin' | 
| Never like the school bell sound | 
| From the caravan, I hear the fairground band | 
| Sounding good as they can be | 
| You know I can’t be found | 
| If you look around, tomorrow we’ll be gone by dawn, alright | 
| Now hear it on the loud speaker say | 
| The fire eater is a real fine sight to see | 
| Yeah, he’s a death cheater, some kind of central heater | 
| Be sure to save a seat for me, hey | 
| Let me tell you 'bout wicked Sadie | 
| She’s no baby, the law came and tried to close her sideshow down | 
| But soon she had the, the cheering | 
| The police chief wearing her garter for a crown | 
| I spent my youth under canvas roof | 
| As I roamed from town to town | 
| Not fooling when I say I got no schoolin' | 
| Never like the school bell sound | 
| From the caravan, I hear the fairground band | 
| Sounding good as they can be | 
| You know I can’t be found | 
| If you look around, tomorrow we’ll be gone by dawn, yeah, yeah | 
| Tattoo’d lady, bearded baby, they’re my family | 
| When I was lonely, something told me where I could always be | 
| Where I could wish for pennies, if we had any | 
| You’d meet me down at the shooting gallery | 
| Tattoo’d lady |