Lletres: Rick Springfield. The Freak.

Step inside the tent, ladies and gentlemen
To see the freak they call 'Jacko, the dog face man'
He walks like a man and talks like a man
But was born with the face of a dog
An actual freak of nature

Bright lights blind me and I am whizzing by the people
Pushing, rushing to the music and my eyes are running
And my legs are aching and there are people winning
And the carnival's spinning

Merry go round, go round, and they make me dizzy
People shouting as they shot and win
And my head is ringing, my ears are flitting
And my hair is thinning and the carnival's spinning

After the people have gone
I walk along down sideshow alley
And from the tent I hear some crying
The sound of someone in pain

And written brightly on the canvas and woodwork
So that everybody could see
Was the question they pose to the public
When is a man not a man, when he's a freak in the sideshow

But we all got to cry, yes, we all got to cry and we all got to cry
Bright lights blind me and I am questioned by the people
Pushing, rushing to the organ grinder's music
And my eyes are running and my legs are achy
And there are people crying and the carnival's dying