I Want Out of the Circus

Now I, 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 glancesNow I, I want out of the circus

That old gang of dwarves

Sometimes they're down right feral

When they, they've been around that old beer barrelNow my tale, it's too ordinary for anyone to care at all

Not like the man repeatedly struck by lightning

When he bears his scars, we all know

When he bears his scars, he is a star