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All summer long, we boys
dreamed 'bout big circus joys!
Down Main street, comes the band,
Oh! "Aint it a grand and glorious noise!"

Horses are prancing, knights advancing;
Helmets gleaming, pennants streaming,
Cleopatra's on her throne!
That golden hair is all her own.

Where is the lady all in pink?
Last year she waved to me I think,
Can she have died? Can! that! rot!
She is passing but she sees me not.

White Man, you just starting to get the blues

Only so many songs can be sung With two lips, two lungs and one tongue

One fine day I will settle up Empty my account And give it away And on that day Conversation will cease The arguments and questions Will fade away I'll go on and on and on To the edge of town I'll keep my feet on the ground But never again will I look down