Tattooed we dance the tango, in a melancholy way
Bearded ladies, muscle men, freaks entering the affray
Crowds come in from the suburbs to observe the perverse
Jimmy the pick-pocket he's on the loose
Mind out and watch your purse

Frankie the brain damaged boxer, he's only got left a year
The local bums take him for a round and for his blood they cheer
Prostitutes do good business, they'll gob you for a days rent
And if it's a boy that you're after, they're over behind the tent

Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up
Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up

Pimps count their money, they think they've got a good job
It's better than being a gangster, it's better than being a slob
Pin-heads, Siamese twins, midgets
They all shock the best they can
The gypsy fortune teller, she knows we're all damned

Our life's a side-show attraction, we do our best to please
Our life is a side-show attraction, death, decay and disease

Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up
Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up
Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up
Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up, Roll Up