Going down, going down, going down
We almost died
Coming down, coming down
When we ride the ferris wheel
Eating cotton candy and the music’s playing
All the flags and microphones
Dreams for sale
We stay out after dark
And now I wonder who’s boss
On with the show
They drive in Cadillacs
We play the sideshows
We’ll be the first ones aboard
When they’re asking for volunteers
And the dogs are starting to howl
When the ringmaster calls our names
Coming down, coming down
Coming down, coming down, coming
We split our sides
We sand along
And the celebrities all come out
Stealing all our dreams
We’re little children again
Sweep us away
Have to cover our eyes
Their big top, imitation of life
How we all laughed
They sell ’em back to you
Gonna rain, gonna rain, gonna rain
Rain’s gonna pour on down, falling out of the sky
Be the first ones to go to sleep
And we like the tunnel of love
The cameras flashed
Sun is going down
It’s political party time
Start the parade
Using walkie-talkies and the Secret Service
Gonna rain, gonna rain, rain, rain, rain
And the celebrities all run out, and the rain’s
