Djambo, Djambo |
The birds have known the old man for many years |
His eyes have seen so much and look so mild |
He's up at four and early every morning |
He feeds them and feels happy like a child |
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Once he was a clown in the arena |
People said the best that ever was |
Now they call him good old Djambo Djambo |
But in his dreams, he still hears the applause |
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Hey hey hey... hey hey hey... Djambo Djambo |
Don't be sad, for you know that the show must go on |
Hey hey hey... hey hey hey... Djambo Djambo |
It was you who had us laughing, you're the one |
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And sometimes you can see him on the sidewalk |
With little boys and girls around his feets |
When Djambo Djambo plays his barrel organ |
Children call it circus in the streets |
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Suddenly his eyes reflect emotion |
In Djambo's mind, the limelight shines again |
He's back on stage and all the kids are laughing |
Just as if the show would never end |
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Hey hey hey... hey hey hey... Djambo Djambo |
Don't be sad, for you know that the show must go on |
Hey hey hey... hey hey hey... Djambo Djambo |
It was you who had us laughing, you're the one |
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Hey hey hey... hey hey hey... Djambo Djambo |
Don't be sad, for you know that the show must go on |
Hey hey hey... hey hey hey... Djambo Djambo |
It was you who had us laughing, you're the one |
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It was you who had us laughing, you're the one |