CHORUS:
I hope you take me to the carnival
When it comes to town this coming fall
I could be fat, and you could be tall
I like the rides but I don't ride them all

All the cons have a different game
But I like to play them just the same
I throw darts at baloons, who cares if I miss
I still win a feathered roach clip

CHORUS

And when the circus comes to town
We can wear make-up and go as clowns
Then when the big top lights go down
No one would notice two more clowns

CHORUS

Then when the daytime turns to night
We can ride the ferris wheel of lights
Remark how the people all look like ants
We could slip our hands into eachothers pants

CHORUS