The Contortionist

I used to be a contortionist
Doing that and doing this
Swallowing rings and swords and things
Life was bent and I was twisted
Hanging in the playgrounds of the rich
Which is what and what is which
Time gone by still got the itch
Can’t stop the music, Can’t stop the music…

I used to be a contortionist
Now I know what it really means
Contortion or distortionist
Do anything to be part of the scene
Listen to the music I adore
Begging the bartender for one more
Is this the season to explore
Is this the reason, the reason, the reason for

Everybody needs somebody to love, to lovе
Oh now now now
Everybody needs somebody to love, to lovе

I used to be a contortionist
High up there in the darkest cloud
Almost like I didn’t exist
Twist of lime in a drunken crowd
Innocent and running wild
Cool a fool and juvenile
Don’t ever change your style
So alive with your Coney Island smile