Lyrics:

Chapman-Whitney

Roll up, roll up, see the people suffer
No, they never seem to get enough of it all
Roll up, roll up, see the people suffer
Here come the perfect lady in the see-through shawl

Georgie and The Dragonettes they hit the town of Vegas
(Neon signs were in their eyes, it seems to be contagious)
The local rag and coloured mag had printed all their ages
Announcing them, pronouncing them, declaring them outrageous

Roll up, roll up, see the people suffer
No, they never seem to get enough of it all, no
Roll up, roll up, see the people suffer
Here come the perfect lady in the see-through shawl

They often called ’em just a bunch of misfits
And the only pictures taken were the leading ladies tits
Georgie had a lovely knack of leading with his chin
A clown who pulls his trousers down and never wins

Georgie lit a cigarette, oh, his hopes were getting dim
(Cancer stick won’t help a lick the fiddle mood he’s in)
He’d draw a mood about him like a cloak around the sun
Announcing him, pronouncing him, declaring him undone

(Roll up, roll up) Ooh yeah, yeah
(Roll up, roll up) Yeah, see how they suffer
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