Year: 1988 - Album: Naked
Written by David Byrne/Chris Frantz/Jerry Harrison/Tina Weymouth
D Am
Found out this morning
D Am
There's a circus coming to town
D Am
They drive in Cadillacs
D
Using walkie-talkies, and the Secret Service
A D
Their big top
A D
Imitation of life
E A
And all the flags and microphones
E A
We have to cover our eyes
D Am
We play the sideshows
D Am
And we like the tunnel of love
D Am
And when we ride the ferris wheel
D Am
We're little children again
E A
And when they're asking for volunteers
E A
We'll be the first ones aboard
E A
And when the ringmaster calls our names
E A D Am
We'll be the first ones to go ... to sleep
D Am
Stealing all our dreams
D Am
Dreams for sale
D Am
They sell 'em back to you
D Am
On with the show
D Am
Start the parade
D Am
We sand along
D A C D
Sweep us away
A D
It's political party time
A D
Going down, going down
A
And the celebrities all come out
D A
Coming down, coming down, coming
D Am
The sun is going down
D Am
And the dogs are starting to howl
D Am
We stay out after dark
D Am
Eating cotton candy
D
And the music's playing
D A
How we all laughed!
D A
We split our sides
D A
The cameras flashed
D A
We almost died!
Sigue D y A
The rain's gonna pour on down, falling out of the sky
Coming down, coming down
And the celebrities all run out, and the rain's
Coming down, coming down
Gonna rain
Gonna rain, gonna rain
Gonna rain, gonna rain
Rain, rain
Rain, rain
And now I wonder who's boss
And who he's leavin' behind?
Full
key step up
Half
key step up
Half
key step down
Full
key step down
