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