Gm                      Eb
Over the mountains, and under the sky,
        Gm                   Eb
riding dirty grey horses, go you and I;
 Gm                      Eb
mating with chance, copulating with mirth,
     C                         F        Eb
the sad-glad paymasters (for what it's worth)

    Csus4                     C
The ice cream castles are refrigerated
     Csus4               C
the super-marketeers are on parade.
           D                  Dsus4             Am
There's a golden handshake hanging 'round your neck
        Am         G                Gm      Dm
as you light your cigarette on the burning deck.
 
         C            D            C           D
And you balance your world on the tip of your nose
        C              D           C    D
like a sealion with a ball at the carnival.
 
 
You wear shiny skin and a funny hat
the Almighty Animal Trainer lets it go at that.
You bark ever so slightly at the Trainer's gun
with your whiskers melting in the noonday sun.

You flip and you flop under the Big White Top
where the long legged ring mistress starts and stops.
But you know after all the act is wearing thin
as the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin.
 
But you balance the world on the tip of your nose
you´re a sealion with a ball at the carnival.

Bridge
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Beat counts during bridge chords:
1  2   1  2   1  2   1  2   1  2   1  2   1  2   1  2

Dm     Bm     C  Dm     G   G  F   Dm C   Dm
Dm     Bm     C  Dm     G   Gm            E
 

Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins,
for there is no Bus'ness like the Show we're in.
There is no reason, no rhyme, no right
to leave the circus 'till we've said goodnight.

The same performance in the same old way
it's the same old story to this Passion Play.
So we'll shoot the moon and hope to call a tune
and make no pin cushion of this big balloon.
 
Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses
like sealions with a ball at the carnival.