Nothing is for certain That's what the showman said First you must open the curtain And stand'em on their heads There can be no inhibitions No prima donna ways If you want to pass the audition And times is tough these days Remember when Mr. Barnum Presented Jenny Lind They named a candy after her A circus after him End of my story The rest is history She in all of her glory He lived quietly He needed her, she needed him As sure as the sky above In a way it was for them A lesson in love A lesson in love
You look like the moonglow That follows me home Always makes me turn around Won't leave me alone First to come are the midgets A monkey and a kid Followed by those two one-armed jugglers The ego and the id
Songs of the season Apples of the sun There is no rhyme or reason Just a time for each and every one Hang on Mr. Barnum Hang on Jenny Lind We will meet you in streets of gold Where eternity begins We will let it all hangout Go hand in glove Life was meant to live and learn A lesson in love A lesson in love
