I can't say that anyone's...Doin' me wrong
Cause I allways knew....That the girl had a weakness
For whistlers and jugglers....and singers of songs

Now she was a child...Back when I first met her
And the woman inside her...Was just bein' born
And I knew she'd come with me...Cause she had a fever
For whistlers and jugglers...and singers of songs.

And the whistler will whistle her...A song she can dance to
And jugglers will cheer her...When she starts to cry
The singer will sing her.....A bed of red roses]
Where she might let you....lie by her side

She'll laugh in the face...of the wealthy and famous
And you'll never lose her..To the handsome or strong
But all of your life son...Watch over your shoulder
For whistlers and jusgglers...and singers of songas..

Repeat the chorus..........