(The great Hoo-Doo will perform a feat of prestidigitation)
I take it to the hole
I struggle for control
The children love the show
But they fail to see the anguish in my eyes
Fail to see the anguish in my eyes
I scratch around the brim
I let my mind give in
The crowd begins to grin
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes
Seem to scream when darkness fills my eyes, it’s no surprise
(Prepare to meet your doom....HAIL!)
Failed to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me
My bag is in the hat
It’s filled with this and that
My vision’s getting fat
The rabbit’s just a monkey in disguise
Stars and pills and needles dance before our eyes
They will bite the hand, if it is slower than, the quickness of their
scrutinizing eyes
Failed to see the tragic, turn it into magic
My big top tricks will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me
My big top tricks will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me
Chicanery will always make you happy
But we all know the hat is wearing me