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Lyrics for 'Sealion' by 'Jethro Tull'
Over The Mountains, And Under The Sky ---
Riding Dirty Gray Horses, Go You And I.
Mating With Chance, Copulating With Mirth ---
The Sad-glad Paymasters (for What It's Worth).
The Ice-cream Castles Are Refrigerated;
The Super-marketeers Are On Parade.
There's A Golden Handshake Hanging Round Your Neck,
As You Light Your Cigarette On The Burning Deck.
And You Balance Your World On The Tip Of Your Nose ---
Like A Sealion With A Ball, At The Carnival.
You Wear A 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 You Whiskers Melting In The Noon-day 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 Your World On The Tip Of Your Nose ---
You're A Sealion With A Ball At The Carnival.
Just A Trace Of Pride Upon Our Fixed Grins ---
For There Is No Business Like The Show We're In.
There Is No Reason, No Rhyme, No Right
To Leave The Circus `til We've Said Good-night.
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 The 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.
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