This tent is a waste of time, don't you see?

They're all wasting time as they're staring at me!

With their eyes all wide and their mouths agape,

With expressions contorted in distorted shapes,

They're all laughing at me!  Don't you happen to notice?

The way their beady little eyes are all focused--

On me!

Don't you see? They're just using me

For all their tricks and their stacks of papery green!

I'm sick of this dress, I'm sick of the mess,

I'm sick of the life I've been forced to progress!

I digress, for the countless hairs in my sink

Won’t rid of the many times that I think

Of my life in this Cirque de L'étrange;

My life as a bearded lady will never change.