Jethro Tull - Sealion Lyrics
Over the mountains, and under the sky ---Riding dirty gray horses, go you and i.Mating with chance, copulating with mirth ---The sad-glad paymasters (for what its worth).The ice-cream castles are refrigerated;The super-marketeers are on parade.Theres a golden handshake hanging round your neck,As you light your cigarette on the burning deck.And you balance your world on the tip of your nose ---Like a sealion with a ball, at the carnival.You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat ---The almighty animal trainer lets it go at that.You bark ever-so-slightly at the trainers gun,With you whiskers melting in the noon-day sun.You flip and you flop under the big white topWhere the long-legged ring-mistress starts and stops.But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin ---As the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin.But you balance your world on the tip of your nose ---Youre a sealion with a ball at the carnival.Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins ---For there is no business like the show were in.There is no reason, no rhyme, no rightTo leave the circus `til weve said good-night.The same performance, in the same old way;Its the same old story to this passion play.So well shoot the moon, and hope to call the tune ---And make no pin cushion of this big balloon.Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses,Like sealions with a ball at the carnival.
