One Man Circus

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

Oooh

La la la la

Oooh

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!

Oooh

La la la la

Oooh

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