Ian Anderson - SeaLion lyrics

Over the mountains, and under the sky Riding dirty gray horses, go you and I Mating with chance, copulating with mirth The sad-glad paymasters (for what it's worth) The ice-cream castles are refrigerated; The super-marketeers are on parade There's a golden handshake hanging round your neck As you light your cigarette on the burning deck And you balance your world on the tip of your nose Like a Sealion with a ball, at the carnival You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat The Almighty Animal Trainer lets it go at that You bark ever-so-slightly at the Trainer's gun With you whiskers melting in the noon-day sun You flip and you flop under the Big White Top Where the long-legged ring-mistress starts and stops But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin As the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin But you balance your world on the tip of your nose You're a Sealion with a ball at the carnival Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins For there is no business like the show we're in There is no reason, no rhyme, no right To leave the circus 'til we've said good-night The same performance, in the same old way; It's the same old story to this Pa**ion Play So we'll shoot the moon, and hope to call the tune And make no pin cushion of this big balloon Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses Like Sealions with a ball at the carnival