Procol Harum - 'twas Tea-time At The Circus Lyrics
twas tea-time at the circus: king jimi, he was thereThrough hoops he skipped, high wires he tripped, and all the while the glareOf the aching, baking spotlight beat down upon his cloakAnd though the crowd clapped furiously they could not see the joketwas tea-time at the circus, though some might not agreeAs jugglers danced, and horses pranced and clowns clowned endlesslyBut trunk to tail the elephants quite silent, never spokeAnd though the crowd clapped desperately they could not see the joke