Step inside the tent ladies and gentlemen to see
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The freak they call Jacko the dog face man
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He walks like a man and talks like a man
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But was born with the face of a dog
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An actual freak of nature
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Bright Lights
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Blind me
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And I am whizzing by the people
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Pushing rushing to the music
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And my eyes are running
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And my legs are aching
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And there are people winning
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And the carnivals spinning
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Merry go round
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Go round
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And they make me dizzy
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People shouting as they shot and win
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And my head is ringing
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My ears are flitting
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And my hair is thinning
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And the carnivals spinning
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After the people have gone
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I walk along down sideshow ally
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And from the tent I hear some crying
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The sound of someone in pain
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And written brightly on the canvas and woodwork
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So that everybody could see
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Was the question they pose to the public
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When is a man not a man
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When he's a freak in the sideshow
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But we all got to cry
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Yes, we all got to cry
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And we all got to cry
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Bright lights blind me
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And I am questioned by the people
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Pushing rushing
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To the organ grinders music
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And my eyes are running
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And my legs are achy
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And their are people crying
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And the carnivals dying
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The Freak
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| Rick Springfield |
