Circus Singer

So You think you can be a circus singer? Not sure who you think you are But you're green here, fella And the only green we listen to Is dollar billas You gotta understand and feel me this People only come to tents for the elephants And the trapecists, and the women barely dressed They don't care about the air you're blowing out your chest Tell us then Why would you want to do this? What do you get from it? What makes anyone want to sing? What does it take? What did I forget to bring? When no one's even listening Why won't you just speak? Fine, Jesus, here have a bite to eat I couldn't even get the rats to sniff this meat You can sleep on this hay We try to keep it dry and Most of it hasn't been shit on today And by the way This is all it is And no one's forcing you to stay What makes you want to sing? What does it take? What did I forget to bring? When no one's even listening Why won't you just speak? He's up in the night Humming in the dark again He's singing lullabies By the lion's den He's out in the dawn a.m. Harmonizing by the grizzlies' pen He's predictable is all I'm saying And I have been thinking I mean, I have just been thinking I have And I had a notion Why don't we push him in? We all had enough of his bullshit What keeps him singing? What keeps him singing? When no one's even listening He won't speak What keeps him singing? When no one, I mean no one is listening