In 1941Well, the years went passing quicklyBut not fast enough for himSo he closed his eyes till fifty-fiveThen he opened them up againHe looked around and saw a clownAnd the clown seemed very gayHe said, I'd like to join that circus clownAnd run awayWell, he followed every railway trackAnd every highway's endAnd he had a girl in each new townAnd the towns he left behindAnd he hoped every roadWas the only road he knewAnd the colour of his dreamWas slowly fadingSlowly turning bluerThen he met a girl, the kind of girlHe wanted all his lifeShe was soft and kind and good to himAnd he took her for his wifeAnd they got a house not far from townAnd in a little whileThe girl had seen a doctorAnd she came home with a smileNow in 1961Oh, oh, ohHer father had a sonAnd in 1964Father walked right out the doorIn 65Mum and son were still aroundBut what will happen to the boyWhen the circus comes to townDa-da-da, da-da-daDa-da-da, da-da-daDa-da-da, da-da-daDa-da-da, da-da-daDa-da-da, da-da-daDa-da-da, da-da-daDa-da-da, da-da-daDa-da-da, da-da-daDa-da-da, da-da-da