Circus Money

They bang the hammer and they pitch the tents
 Throw up some posters for the residents
 Your daddy's footfalls on the rain-slicked streets
 You try to keep up with your tiny feets
 Take it easy baby nice and slow
 Little Walter's got a ways to go
 I lacks a nickel momma don't you know
 Circus money for the early show
 The tiger's sleeping and he can't wake up
 You pitch some pennies in a paper cup
 They guess your age — they guess your weight
 You toss the softballs at the china plates
 Hold'er steady baby there you go
 Let me hit you honey sweet and low
 Thus the tab is written blow by blow
 Circus money for the evening show
 All the horses baby all the men
 Round the circle and around again
 You watch some hobo take a nasty spill
 Laugh like a bastard oh you know you will
 You got to have it when you first walk up
 You drop a dollar in the old tin cup
 You're gonna need it when it's time to go
 Circus money for the late late show