| Tattooed we dance the tango, in a melancholy way
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| Bearded ladies, muscle men, freaks entering the affray
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| Crowds come in from the suburbs to observe the perverse
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| Jimmy the pick-pocket he’s on the loose
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| Mind out and watch your purse
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| Frankie the brain damaged boxer, he’s only got left a year
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| The local bums take him for a round and for his blood they cheer
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| Prostitutes do good business, they’ll gob you for a days rent
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| And if it’s a boy that you’re after, they’re over behind the tent
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| Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up
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| Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up
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| Pimps count their money, they think they’ve got a good job
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| It’s better than being a gangster, it’s better than being a slob
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| Pin-heads, Siamese twins, midgets
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| They all shock the best they can
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| The gypsy fortune teller, she knows we’re all damned
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| Our life’s a side-show attraction, we do our best to please
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| Our life is a side-show attraction, death, decay and disease
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| Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up
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| Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up
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| Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up
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| Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roll Up , by - The Tiger Lillies. Song from the album The Brothel to the Cemetery, in the genre Инди