Escrita por Bruce Springsteen, foi gravada entre maio e junho de 1973, no 914 Sound Studios, em Blauvelt, New York e lançada no disco The wild, the innocent & the E street shuffle, em 5 de novembro de 1973. Foi a primeira música a ser gravada do disco. Bruce Springsteen tocou guitarra, gaita, bandolin e cantou. Clarence Clemons tocou sax e fez backing vocals. David Sancious tocou piano, e orgão Hammond. Danny Federici tocou acordeon e fez backing vocals. Garry Tallent tocou baixo. Vini Lopez tocou bateria. Richard Blackwell tocou percussão e congas.
A letra:
Ah,
one, two, three four
The
machinist climbs his Ferris wheel like a brave
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
The Circus town's on the shortwave
Well, the runway lies
ahead like a great false dawn
Oh, 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
The Circus town's been born
Oh, 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,
ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven
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
The Circus town's on
the live wire
And the strong man
Samson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, way 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
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