时间：2003-06-06
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Wild Billy's Circus Story - Bruce Springsteen
The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a braid
And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat victim of the heat wave
Behind the tent the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade
Circus town's on the shortwave
Well the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
Fat lady big mama Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
Circus town's been born
And a press roll drummer go ballerina to-and-fro cartwheelin' up on that tightrope
With a cannon blast lightnin' flash movin' fast through the tent Mars-bent
He's gonna miss his fall oh God save the human cannonball
And the flyin' Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist
And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along: 95 96 97
A ragged suitcase in his hand he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind
A man in baggy pants a lonely face a crazy grin
Runnin' home to some small Ohio town
Jesus send some good women to save all your clowns
And Circus Boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire
And the barker romances with a junkie she's got a flat tire
And now the elephants dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
Circus town's on the live wire
And the strong man Samson lifts the midget little Tiny Tim up on his shoulders way up
And carries him on down the midway past the kids past the sailors to his dimly lit trailer
And the Ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop
And the circus boss leans over and whispers into the little boy's ear
"Hey son you want to try the big top
All aboard Nebraska's our next stop"
