It's My Circus
It's my circus and I'm the star
My damn mechanic can't fix my car
My sunroof leaks on the passenger seat
And my brake shoes are made from two left feet
My roof leaks and the water comes down
My wife is screaming, you can hear her down town
The oil burner's gone and the faucet is slow
But who gives a damn, it's still my show
My CD player keeps spitting my CD's back
In the bathroom sink, I found a hair line crack
My toilet a stolen and so on and so on
I'd investigate myself, but I'd have nothing to go on
My kids say "Dad, you gotta do something soon.'
I told them I am. I'm planning a trip to the moon
My garden is growing but I used the wrong seeds
I planted flowers but I'm growing weeds
The county just doubled my property tax
And my hedge looks like it was trimmed with an axe
I twisted my ankle, I'm in constant pain
But i'm still here so I can't complain
I'll have a few beers at a local bar
It's still my circus and I'm still the star
My wife's still screaming, you need to cut the grass
As soon as OPEC passes out free gas
It's way too high, up to the garbage can lids
I's okay, I can still see the kids
Lightning struck and my television caught fire
There was a nail found in my right front tire
There's a crack in the windshield of my car
But it's still my circus and I'm still the star
The priest stopped by to have the house blessed
I said please be careful, I think it's possessed
I'd set it on fire if I had a torch
The cat just peed on my back porch
I found a thumb tack in my bedroom slipper
We have a new neighbor, he's Jack the Ripper
But when I wake up the sun does shine
It's my circus and I'm doing fine.
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