Jubalee
Another tourist runs to town today
Another florist in some solemn way
Arranges flowers for a funeral bouquet, or a wedding.
And theirs a shop that's down a block
Where sweet iced tea will never stop
And I just can't believe how hot it's getting.
Another year for playing children
And writing songs for them to sing
And I sit here beside my window, I'm not alone
And there's jubalee.
There's a circus in a town somewhere
Beside six little dogs a clown is there
People laughing at the color of his hair, or what he's wearing.
The clown's in-love with a contortionist
Beside the lion cage he tells her this
And as they kiss they seem to miss that little dogs and elephants are staring.
Another year for the romantic
Unwritten songs we used to sing
As I sit here beside my window, I'm not alone
And there's jubalee.