Sitting pretty close to the curb
I could hope for a bus, I could hope for a miracle
What a city built on the graves
Of pirates and slaves and common man criminals
I remember when I was living from couch to couch
With the tramps and the transients
Never gets too far away, will I see you again?
You're my entertainment
And I am your audience
And we must get on with this
It's showtime
Pick a number, pick a seat
For a show about you that I'm sure you'll find interesting
Come and get your lab coats clean
We're conducting a series of secret experiments
They're recruiting the farmers' kids
I'm expecting your call, I'm a freak for your fantasy
Never gets too far away, it's as though I could turn you on
You're my entertainment
And I am your audience
And we must get on with this
It's showtime
Sitting pretty close to the curb
I could hope for a bus, I could hope for a miracle
Never gets too far away, will I see you again?
You're my entertainment
And I am your audience
And we must get on with this
It's showtime
May be a good time
May be a bad time
There ain't no time
But showtime
Guess we got a good time
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