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He loves the bearded lady she loves the tattooed man |
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This one he's an acrobat each one of them is damned |
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Jimmy the pickpocket will shake you by the hand |
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He'll smile at you politely but your purse it will be damned |
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A whore who works the fairground her name is Crystal Lil |
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Over there's her boy friend he'll sell you any pill |
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Gypsy Joe's a cut-throat when he's not out on smack |
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So if you want your husband killed he their throat will slash |
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Billy boy the barker he likes to cheat at cards |
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He's been caught out so many times you can see the scars |
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The knife thrower's got alcohol upon his breath |
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One day he's going to be so drunk he will cause a death |
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The gypsies they are dancing, dancing to the moon |
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And each one in this fairground each one they are doomed |