Circus girl, how could you love me?
You're so far above me
You hang by your knees and your toes

Circus girl, can you even hear me?
Down in the crowd, I'm cheering loudest
How could you even see me down in the crowd?
Your silver skirt hangs back over your breast

Got beautiful legs
And you sparkle and flirt
And I don't mind lipstick
All over my shirt

You fly through the air
You've got princess hair
I'm really impressed

Circus girl, you fly higher than the House of Lords
And you look serene
Circus girl, your picture cheers hospital wards
And you met the queen

The ringmaster's hat is as black as a Wellington boot
He's mean, he cracks his whip
But if he tries to beat you, or dares to mistreat you
I'll give him some lip
Circus girl, you ride wild horses running real quick
You smoke long cigars and you don't get sick
You dance on tightropes, sleep on knives
If I married you, would I want other wives?