Well, once upon a time, there was a happy ending to this story,
but you won't hear one today.
The man is sweating bullets, and his heart beats old a cold tattoo,
as the band begins to play
So everybody stand, everybody won't you give a big hand,
To the man on the burning tightrope
He's always walked this tightrope,
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
A monkey on a wire
But he's drunk his cup of sorrow
He's thrown his curses at the moon
Manifestos on the fire
So everybody stand, everybody won't you give a big hand,
To the man on the burning tightrope
Come on people, let's hear it
Put your hands together for the one, the only,
the dying man on the burning tightrope
Hello George, it only takes one plan(?) to blow the whole parade
He could've been somebody, he could've been somebody else
Yes, it could've been much worse
But now the show is over, people
There's really nothing more to see
Hope you got your money's worth
So everybody stand, everybody won't you give a big hand,
To the man on the burning tightrope
Is it just me, or is it getting a little warm in here?
Inch by inch, mile by mile, by day by day, by year by year..
Come on, people! Put your hands together