One Man Circus

Original

I am a one man circus

I do everything so incredibly

Since I'm the one that's pullin' all the strings

Give a bow, tip your hat

Marvel at the fact

That there's no list of writers on the screen

It's just me, only me

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

La-la-la-la

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

La-la-la-la

I am the sole director

I'm the soul behind the show

Hell, I am the show

So give a clap, show some respect

Great job Mads, take five! Thanks Mads!

No prob', Mads

I'm a gas, a lovely crowd

Make me laugh out loud

Even when no one else is around

I gotta do what I gotta do

I've got me and you've got you

If my shoulders were broad

I'd rule your world too

The fate of it all in my palms

You'd applaud at the drop of a hat

You'd excuse all I do

I could dine at the Ritz in my birthday suit

But I'm hardly a man, and yet I'm hardly a girl

I'm the hand of God in my own little world

I am a one man circus

I'm the host if you will

And still I am also the tent

And the elephant in the room

My very own personal peanut gallery

And my own worst critic

And all my own five star reviews

I'm the spot with the best view

And can you guess it?

You're also the best view!

Now you're getting it!

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

La-la-la-la

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

La-la-la-la

I am a one man circus

I'm the singer and the song

And the writer and the dreamer

And the show that must go on

I'm the "silence all your cellphones please, yes, even the buzz"

I'm the buzz that keeps you wanting more

And therefore coming back for more

Because

I'll always do what I gotta do

I've got me, I don't need you

No one can help even if they wanted to

I'm the player one and the player two

I'm the acrobat, I'm the net down below

Catching myself when I choose to let go

I'm the puppeteer and yet the puppet still

I'm a marionette at my very own will

I'm hardly a man, and yet I'm hardly a girl

I'm the hand of God in my own little world

I gotta do what I gotta do

I've got me and you've got you

Used to play the part well

But now it seems I forgot

You'll never know who I am, who I'm not

Don't look too close

Or it'll seem odd

This world that you see

Can be quite the façade

You'll still applaud

Not your job to ask

But backstage I know

I'm wearing a mask

And when I burn out

And I wish to be done

I'll yank at my strings

It's only Act 1