On a warm summer's evening
In an underground station
I came across a juggler
He was playing with his balls
Flying through the air
In an intricate pattern
I stopped and watched and wondered
To see if any falls

He said son I've made my life
Outta readin' peoples faces
And knowing that they're thinkin'
"Now how does he do that?"
And if you don't mind a-payin'
To get in my good graces
It ain't no waste of money
If you toss it in that hat

So I threw him in some coppers
And he smiled to say "Thank you"
Then he bummed a cigarette
His balls still in the air
And I wondered how he did it
He read my awed expression
Said "guess you're wondering the same, boy
Can I keep 'em all up there"

He said that one ball is easy
Two's easy-peasy
Three's kinda simple
Hell, so is four
Jugglin' five, six or seven
Takes a bit more concentration
But with skill, determination
You won't drop 'em on the floor

But then this juggler said
To add a bit of int'rest
He'd filled one little ball up
With nitroglycerine
And now and then at random
He'd drop and bounce another
And I screamed out "Oh brother"
(Or maybe something more obscene)

I turned and started running
As fast as I was able
My aim to run as quickly and
As far's I could get
Behind me in the darkness
A bang! The floor a-heavin'
The juggler played his final jugglin'
Russian roulette

Because one ball was loaded
And it exploded
So now I guess there's bits o' juggler's
Balls on the floor
Guess giving him some money
Was a bloody good idea
That ka-BOOM sounded near
As I sprinted through the door

He said that one ball is easy
Two's easy-peasy
Three's kinda simple
Hell, so is four
Jugglin' five, six or seven
Takes a bit more concentration
But with skill, determination
You won't drop 'em on the floor

He said that one ball is easy
Two's easy-peasy
Three's kinda simple
Hell, so is four
Jugglin' five, six or seven
Takes a bit more concentration
But with skill, determination
You won't drop 'em on the floor