Turn again, turn again, turn once again;
the freaks of the cosmic circus are men.

We are the gooks and geeks of creation;
Believe-It-or-Not is the name of our star.
Each of us here thinks the other is queer
and no one's mistaken since all of us are!

Turn again, turn again, turn once again;
the freaks of the cosmic circus are men.

We sweat and we fume in a four-cornered room
and love is the reason. But what does love do?
It gives willy-nilly to poor silly Billy
the chance to discover what daddy went through.

Turn again, turn again, turn once again;
the freaks of the cosmic circus are men.

We may hum and hop like a musical top
or stop like a clock that's run down,
but why be downhearted, the season's just started,
and new shows are coming to town!

Turn again, turn again, turn once again;
the freaks of the cosmic circus are men.