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  • 作词 : Springsteen
    Wild Billy's Circus Story

    The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a braid
    And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
    Behind the tent
    , the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade
    Circus town's on the shortwave

    Well, the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
    Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
    And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
    And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
    Circus town's been born

    And a press roll drummer go
    Ballerina to-and-fro, cartwheelin' up on that tightrope
    With a cannon blast, lightnin' flash
    Movin' fast through the tent, Mars-bent
    He's gonna miss his fall, oh, God save the human cannonball
    And the flyin' Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist
    And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along:95, 96, 97

    A ragged suitcase in his hand
    He steals silently away from the circus grounds
    And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
    They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind
    A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin
    Runnin' home to some small Ohio town
    Jesus, send some good women to save all your clowns

    And Circus Boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire
    And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire
    And now the elephants dance real funky
    And the band plays like a jungle fire
    Circus town's on the live wire

    And the strong man Samson
    Lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up
    And carries him on down the midway
    Past the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer
    And the Ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop
    And the circus boss leans over and whispers into the little boy's ear
    "Hey, son, you want to try the big top “
    All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop"
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Springsteen
    [00:02.72]Wild Billy's Circus Story
    [00:23.70]
    [00:23.71]The machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a braid
    [00:31.99]And the fire-eater's lyin' in a pool of sweat, victim of the heat wave
    [00:40.72]Behind the tent
    [00:42.82], the hired hand tightens his legs on the sword swallower's blade
    [00:51.71]Circus town's on the shortwave
    [01:04.61]
    [01:04.62]Well, the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
    [01:12.18]Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns
    [01:21.54]And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin' popcorn
    [01:30.34]And the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo's scorn
    [01:41.38]Circus town's been born
    [01:46.36]
    [01:46.37]And a press roll drummer go
    [01:49.88]Ballerina to-and-fro, cartwheelin' up on that tightrope
    [01:58.04]With a cannon blast, lightnin' flash
    [02:00.02]Movin' fast through the tent, Mars-bent
    [02:03.60]He's gonna miss his fall, oh, God save the human cannonball
    [02:12.02]And the flyin' Zambinis watch Margarita do her neck twist
    [02:20.50]And the ringmaster gets the crowd to count along:95, 96, 97
    [02:31.60]
    [02:31.61]A ragged suitcase in his hand
    [02:33.63]He steals silently away from the circus grounds
    [02:39.22]And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
    [02:44.41]They dance like a great greasepaint ghost on the wind
    [02:52.57]A man in baggy pants, a lonely face, a crazy grin
    [03:03.18]Runnin' home to some small Ohio town
    [03:09.74]Jesus, send some good women to save all your clowns
    [03:19.08]
    [03:19.09]And Circus Boy dances like a monkey on barbed wire
    [03:27.03]And the barker romances with a junkie, she's got a flat tire
    [03:34.57]And now the elephants dance real funky
    [03:39.03]And the band plays like a jungle fire
    [03:45.87]Circus town's on the live wire
    [03:51.66]
    [03:51.67]And the strong man Samson
    [03:53.53]Lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up
    [03:59.29]And carries him on down the midway
    [04:03.34]Past the kids, past the sailors, to his dimly lit trailer
    [04:11.60]And the Ferris wheel turns and turns like it ain't ever gonna stop
    [04:20.51]And the circus boss leans over and whispers into the little boy's ear
    [04:26.44]"Hey, son, you want to try the big top “
    [04:32.94]All aboard, Nebraska's our next stop"