Once upon my boyhood time, the circus came to town
I remember church going people, talking the carnies down
Misfits of society, that's what they said to me
So I sneaked up close, and watched them work
And found that actually
They laughed alot, they sang out loud
The way they walked, made them look kinda proud
A little different from you, a little different from me
Alot like the man who walked through Galilee
Mr. and Mrs. Goldstein, moved in next door to us
The neighbors were indignant, they put up quit a fuss
The neighborhood had gone to pot,
And they had worked so hard
So I sneaked out back, peeked through the fence
And watched them do the yard
They laughed a lot, they sang out loud
They looked just like the rest, of the crowd
A little different from you, a little different from me
A lot like the man who walked, through Galilee
Everyone is different, but everyone's the same
Riding around in circles, on life's mysterious train
What if other people, thought that way of you
Too weak for the circus, too dumb to be a Jew
A plain old Joe, in wash 'n' wear suit
Wasting his life away, or do they look in envy
And do or don't they say
They laughed a lot, they sang out loud
They looked just like the rest, of the crowd
A little different from you, a little different from me
A lot like the man who walked, through Galilee
A little different from you, a little different from me
A lot like the man who walked, through Galilee
LRC: TSQ