| When the pill the doctor gave you turns your cold to the grippe
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| When a stitch to save nine others comes apart with a rip
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| When the rats invade your attic and start leaving your ship
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| Follow my tip, come away on a trip
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| Just join the circus like you wanted to, when you were a kid
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| Climb aboard before it moves on and you’ll thank your lucky stars you did
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| Go to bed in Minneapolis, wake up in PA
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| Pack your roll, your brush and your comb again
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| Ready to roam again, ready to stray
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| Bless your soul; |
| you’ll never go home again
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| When the circus comes your way
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| When you’ve patches in your trousers and hole in your purse
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| When your nine to five it boring and your five to nine’s worse
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| When you sneeze instead of bless you, you get jeers and a curse
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| Don’t call a hearse, while you still got a cherce
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| Just join the circus like you meant to do, when you were so high
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| Pitch your troubles under a tent and you’re bound to lose ‘em by and by
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| Say so long to fair Schenectady greet sweet Santa Fe
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| Toss your hat and cane in a sack again
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| Shoulder your pack and then hitch up the shay
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| Kiss the cat and never look back again
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| When the circus comes your way
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| When the lady you’ve been courtin' weds your brother instead
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| When His Honour gives you thirty days on water and bread
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| When your bank accounts a million, but its all in the red
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| Don’t loose your head, pin this note to the bed
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| I’ve joined the circus like I wanted to, when I was a kid
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| Climbed aboard before it moved on and you bet your life I’m glad I did
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| Went to bed in Minneapolis, woke up in PA
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| Packed my roll, my brush and my comb again
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| Ready to roam again, ready to stray
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| Bless my soul; |
| I’ll never go home again
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| When the circus comes my…
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| See that tent pole slowly start to rise
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| Circus — circus
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| Just to say the word electrifies
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| Circus — circus
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| Watch that tiger shaking hands like a pup there
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| That lady dancin' on a wire a million miles up there
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| That string of painted cars down Railroad Avenue
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| Circus — circus
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| Two pink paste boards say you’re going to
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| Circus — circus
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| Share the glad times and the woe with us
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| Pack you’re trunk and join the show with us
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| Roll from Maine to Kokomo with us
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| Mister Barnum say you’ll go with us
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| (spoken)
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| Alright dammit, why don’t we just leave it to the fates? |
| Heads it’s yes,
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| Tails it’s no. |
| Mr. Bailey you got yourself a partner!
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| (spoken)
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| We’ll be the biggest show in the country!
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| (spoken)
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| To the Greatest Show on Earth!
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| When the circus comes your way!
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| I’ve joined the circus like I wanted to, when I was a kid
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| Climbed aboard before it moved on and you bet your life I’m glad I did
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| Went to bed in Minneapolis, woke up in PA
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| Packed my roll, my brush and my comb again
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| Ready to roam again, show me the way
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| Bless my soul; |
| I’ll never go home again
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| From the day I joined the circus!
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| Be proud to say you joined the circus!
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| Step right this way and join the circus!
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| Just stick a banner in your hand — and
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| Join the circus like you wanted to
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| Like you always wanted to run — a — way! |