Procol Harum Twas Tea-time At The Circus текст песни, слова песни Twas Tea-time At The Circus Procol Harum
Procol Harum - Twas Tea-time At The Circus
Through hoops he skipped, high wires he tripped, and all the while the glare
of the aching, baking spotlight beat down upon his cloak
and though the crowd clapped furiously they could not see the joke
'Twas tea-time at the circus, though some might not agree
as jugglers danced, and horses pranced and clowns clowned endlessly
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