Procol Harum

Procol Harum - 'Twas Tea-Time At The Circus lyrics

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Through hoops he skipped, high wires he tripped, and all the while the glare

Of the aching, baking spotlight beat down upon his cloak

And though the crowd clapped furiously they could not see the joke



'twas tea-time at the circus, though some might not agree

As jugglers danced, and horses pranced and clowns clowned endlessly

But trunk to tail the elephants quite silent, never spoke

And though the crowd clapped desperately they could not see the joke
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