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