歌词
The greatest showman of them all, short and bald
Writing sweeping poems with his hand
Pulls your heart, pulls your heart … out!
Shaking sawdust from his feet walks away
Room enough in pictures just for you
Walks away, walks away
And they called him
Mr Blunt
Show it all in colour in a room
Cast of thousands one and all on the move
Beats a drum, beats a drum
The greatest showman of them all, short and bald writing
Sweeping poem with his hand
Pulls your heart, pulls your heart … out!
And they called him
Mr Blunt
And they called him
Mr Blunt
Written by: Kissing the Pink
