If the powers that be tell you There never were three wise men Then you'd better believe it's true They won't ask you to come again. In the cage the ringmaster cracks He puts you through all your tricks Then the lions are on your back You're runnin' out but then you slip Shout it out, give 'em Hell Shout it out, give 'em Hell Happy sat in the back seat But the manager shows you the door Then you're picked up for walkin' the street It's too much you can't take anymore Shout it out, give 'em Hell Shout it out, give 'em Hell