I woke up this morning and prayed to the gypsy rose lady
"Gypsy can you help me I'm struggling you see."
I heard her laughing over by the slot machine
She said, "Baby, baby, baby, I had the strangest dream."
Having breakfast at the circus
With the lions and the clowns
Everybody's laughing just hanging around
But nobody's gonna love you unless you help tear down
Breakfast at the cirucs with the lions and the clowns
People walking a tightrope
Head in the lion's jaws
They need a little mercy
So come on Santa Claus
And when you give your mercy
Won't you save a drop for us
We'll remember you, and your family too when they get us on the bus
Having breakfast at the circus
With the lions and the clowns
Everybody's laughing just hanging around
But nobody's gonna love you unless you help tear down
Breakfast at the cirucs with the lions and the clowns
My ears are ringing and my mind is a mess
Give me one goodnight kiss
To help me forget the past
Wooh what a party
Everyone was there
Great to see you where've you been?
Hey who does your hair?
Free balloons and hats and soon the seal will catch a ball
And after that the acrobat will try to top the show
Having breakfast at the circus
With the lions and the clowns
Everybody's laughing just hanging around
But nobody's gonna love you unless you help tear down
Breakfast at the circus with the lions and the clownsWho draws the crowd and plays so loud,
Baby it's the guitar man.
Who's gonna steal the show, you know
Baby it's the guitar man,
He can make you love, he can make you cry
He will bring you down, then he'll get you high
Somethin' keeps him goin', miles and miles a day
To find another place to play.
Night after night who treats you right,
Baby it's the guitar man
Who's on the radio, you go listen
To the guitar man
Then he comes to town, and you see his face,
And you think you might like to take his place
Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away
Searchin' for the songs to play.
Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along,
You want to get the meaning out of each and ev'ry song
Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own
And take them home.
He can make you love, he can get you high
He will bring you down, then he'll make you cry
Somethin' keeps him movin', but no one seems to know
What it is that makes him go.
Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he's just got to find
Another place to play,
Anyway got to play, anyway Got to play.