Sealion-Jethro Tull

[00:27.000] Over the mountains, and under the sky [00:31.000] Riding dirty gray horses, go you and I [00:36.000] Mating with chance, copulating with mirth [00:40.000] The sad-glad paymasters (for what it's worth) [00:44.000] The ice-cream castles are refrigerated; [00:48.000] The super-marketeers are on parade [00:52.000] There's a golden handshake hanging round your neck [00:56.000] As you light your cigarette on the burning deck [01:00.000] And you balance your world on the tip of your nose [01:04.000] Like a Sealion with a ball, at the carnival [01:09.000] You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat [01:13.000] The Almighty Animal Trainer lets it go at that [01:17.000] You bark ever-so-slightly at the Trainer's gun [01:21.000] With you whiskers melting in the noon-day sun [01:26.000] You flip and you flop under the Big White Top [01:30.000] Where the long-legged ring-mistress starts and stops [01:34.000] But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin [01:38.000] As the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin [01:43.000] But you balance your world on the tip of your nose [01:46.000] You're a Sealion with a ball at the carnival [02:24.000] Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins [02:28.000] For there is no business like the show we're in [02:33.000] There is no reason, no rhyme, no right [02:37.000] To leave the circus 'til we've said good-night [02:41.000] The same performance, in the same old way; [02:45.000] It's the same old story to this Passion Play [02:49.000] So we'll shoot the moon, and hope to call the tune [02:53.000] And make no pin cushion of this big balloon [02:57.000] Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses [03:01.000] Like Sealions with a ball at the carnival