Circus Money

They bang the hammer and they pitch the tents

Throw up some posters for the residents

Your daddy's footfalls on the rain-slicked streets

You try to keep up with your tiny feets

Take it easy baby nice and slow

Little Walter's got a ways to go

I lacks a nickel momma don't you know

Circus money for the early show

The tiger's sleeping and he can't wake up

You pitch some pennies in a paper cup

They guess your age — they guess your weight

You toss the softballs at the china plates

Hold'er steady baby there you go

Let me hit you honey sweet and low

Thus the tab is written blow by blow

Circus money for the evening show

All the horses baby all the men

Round the circle and around again

You watch some hobo take a nasty spill

Laugh like a bastard oh you know you will

You got to have it when you first walk up

You drop a dollar in the old tin cup

You're gonna need it when it's time to go

Circus money for the late late show