Jubalee

Another tourist runs to town today

Another florist in some solemn way

Arranges flowers for a funeral bouquet, or a wedding.

And theirs a shop that's down a block

Where sweet iced tea will never stop

And I just can't believe how hot it's getting.

Another year for playing children

And writing songs for them to sing

And I sit here beside my window, I'm not alone

And there's jubalee.

There's a circus in a town somewhere

Beside six little dogs a clown is there

People laughing at the color of his hair, or what he's wearing.

The clown's in-love with a contortionist

Beside the lion cage he tells her this

And as they kiss they seem to miss that little dogs and elephants are staring.

Another year for the romantic

Unwritten songs we used to sing

As I sit here beside my window, I'm not alone

And there's jubalee.