Oh, that grease paint smile
I'm really in the circus
Molly understands, so it's okay
But she's writing every day
Grease paint covers everything but winter's chill
Then I made the big time
Can hide your soul
There's only one thing wrong
Feel the thrill
I'm reading Molly's letter, the ink is fading
Guess which town it is
But she's waiting all alone
Ride a windy box car
And the page is turning yellow
And make me lots of money on my own
I went to join the circus
For Molly, oh, my pretty Molly
Here comes a carousel
Went to see the cotton candy whirl
I haven't saved a penny on my own
See a thousand children, young and old
For Molly, oh, my pretty Molly
Long ago, I promised Molly
Someday, soon I will return to her
Bright lights show biz
