Did you see the ranting charlatan, with his textbook and dead horse?
Maybe the vampire and the librarian, can help him find his course.
Let's watch the last rays of the sun retire, from outside of the coffee house.
As we toast our Italian sodas to the great exile of the louse.
A little after five.
Oh the sights, we come to see.
Perennial lovers you and I,
Peeking in, the black marquee...
The pirates from the James River, hold their dragons on display.
While Mother Denial's lip quivers, as she leads her kids away.
There's an elephant outside of city hall. Everyone act's like it's not there.
But not believing in elephants ain't gonna make it go anywhere.
I sure miss those chainsaw jugglers. It really was quite a tragedy.
They left with the Pinocchio smugglers, dressed in fine mahogany.
And the flaming hacky sack kickers, won't come out till New Year's Eve.
But there's still so many things to see, underneath the black marquee.
With mistletoe words and python arms,
Mother Denial whispers to me,
To forget all of these Friday nights,
For our love, it cannot be.
But who among these red-eyed sailors lost, in the belly of a tearless sea,
Could ever hang his anchor on the wall and say that there's a better girl for me?
Let's watch the last rays of the sun retire, from outside of the coffee house,
As we toast our Italian sodas to, the man with the circus mouse...
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Performed by Cory Capron and Liam Gilchrist