Nickeman, Nickeman
Holds a ticket tight in his hand
To a circus here in town
He's been promised he'll see the clown
He glues his eyes to the scene
Trough the curtains colored in green
Then the lights start drawing in
Here comes the B-boys ring
What keeps the horses going?
I'ts gotta be the most boring
Circus here in town
Get somebody to call in the clown
Nickeman, Nickeman
Is doing everything that he can
To make sure his face will tell
That he'd rather be somewhere else
He stands up howling aloud
When the six white horses ride out
But he falls back on his seat
When the riders make a repeat
What keeps the old man waiting?
Get someone now to wake him up
To save our town
Get somebody to call in the clown
Nickeman, Nickeman
Counts the fingertips on his hands
It will always add to ten
But he'd rather count them
Than to look at those horses going
It's gotta be the most boring
Circus here in town
Get somebody to call in the clown