Always looked happy
Was never forlorn
Horned like a goat
Ever since he was born
Blessed at his "Y" world
He could star in porn
His work was by high circus means

So, in more ways in one,
He spelled handsome
With more wood
Than a forest has trees
When he bulged on high wires
Girl's eyes bulged, as well
At the man on the flying trapeze..

Ohhh......plain tights he would wear
No sock enhanced tease
The Very Hung Man On The Flying Trapeze
His cup ranneth over, in his BVD's
The man on the flying trapeze

He swang to the left,
He swang to the right
Up high in the BigTop
He soared like a kite
Most men didn't like him
Felt small in his sight,
But, the gals made 'em come just the same

Ohhh.....he'd flash from his perch
At the ladies below
And one day he
Flashed at my wife
She blew him a kiss
And, I hollered, "Stinko!"
Hit the target, when I threw my knife..

Ohhh.....now he flies through the air
With a much greater ease
No more a Hung Man On The Flying Trapeze
His cup runneth empty in his BVD's
The man on the flying trapeze

The man on the flying trapeze