Ellen Tipper

Lyrics

One, two, three in the air
The crowd gasps
The fourth ball’s up there
Five, six, seven, I dare
Then they all come tumbling down

Try as I might
to put up a fight
I can’t argue with gravity
I pick the balls up
I bow to the crowd
and I start all over again

I’m dressed in sequins
but so are the clowns
When I smile
they’re wearing frowns
But I get a laugh
when they hear the sound
of the balls all tumbling down

Try as I might
to put up a fight
I can’t argue with comedy
We pick the balls up
We bow to the crowd
and I start all over again

Someday I’d like to try two at a time
Everything balanced in perfect alignment
But that seems to be
someone else’s assignment
It’s never been mine

One, two, three, I’m aware
The crowd gasps
The fourth wrinkle’s there
Five, six, seven
I swear there’s a new one every day

Try as I might
To put up a fight
I can’t argue with gravity
I pick myself up
I bow to the crowd
and I start all over again