The Carnival (The Dance Macabre)
Please approach with caution; this ditty just flowed out of me. It is a stream of consciousness. I did not attempt to censor the words, so some may find the religious and sexual references unpalatable. It was all done ‘in the best possible taste’.
Jazz on the tip,
snare drums beats,
Baracus goes a rumpus
and the crowd is jiving.
The clowns have gone mad: they are conniving and diving.