Julian The Onion
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Am Logger Days, savannah, the menagerieDm packed its trainsAm Em Left Bitter Root, Montana forAm those old Nebraska plainsAm Ticket sales were suffering now,Dm with half the animals goneAm Em But the circus kept its courseAm somehow and the show continued onAm Pitched their tents in BattleDm Creek on a makeshift flatbed stageAm Em With a draytop shotgun rhino'sAm peak and a black wrought iron cageAm The barker sprung to action as theDm band began to playAm Em To introduce the new attractionAm who they'd picked up on the wayAm Dm Julian, JulianAm Em Am Julian the Onion who they'd picked up on the wayContinues after the adAm [BARKER:] "Cleanse your minds andDm palates, as I seldom mince my wordsAm Em This poor boy's a walking shallot;Am yes, it's shocking as you've heard!Am From his lonesome, yellowDm childhood, so fantastically deformedAm Em He was battered by his classmatesAm and sauteed like bantam cornAm 'Red Vidalias!' 'Valley Sweets!'Dm for twelve long, rotten yearsAm Em If he so much as skinned his knee,Am the entire schoolhouse moved to tearsAm We found him where he'd sprouted,Dm plotting a garden coup d'etatAm Em In a carrot stick and celery stalkAm manage-a-mirepoixAm Now, feast your caramel eyes on theDm most savory sight in town!"Am Em All his joking well-evoking pealsAm of laughter from the crowdAm Dm But Julian, JulianAm Em Am Julian the Onion was not laughing with the crowdAm His jaundiced face was trembling,Dm beads of sweat began to fallAm Em Down his oblong gooseback foreheadAm to his snuffed-out lantern jawAm His cut-shoot sprig of hairDm disheveled, tiny fists impearledAm [JULIAN:] "No I am not thisEm Am misshaped body, and I'm not long for this worldAm Wooden dimes and quiet fears, comeDm curl your lips at meAm Em But all perceptions are asAm mirrors, it's your own reflections that you seeAm So hide behind your laughs a while,Dm look handsome though you mayAm Em Oh, do enjoy that saccharineAm smile, as there comes for you a day"