He was lithe head to toe
Muscular and hard
His perfect body, nay, the Jules
Wrapped in Léotard
So cocksure, confident
And showing no regard
For the peril or apparel
This is no holds barred

Floating through the air
With the greatest ease
He’s the daring man
On the flying trapeze

Floating through the air
With the greatest ease
He’s the daring man
On the flying trapeze

When he’s not in the air
He swings on the streets
Locking arms and locking legs
With whatever girls he meets
My heart fell when his spell
Befell my maid
Now I’m torn and so forlorn
Totally betrayed

Flirting with my maid
Wooing her with ease
Wanton lechery
On the flying trapeze

Flirting with my maid
Wooing her with ease
Wanton lechery
On the flying trapeze

I’m over her now
But it seems indecorous
All the ropes he’s shown her
And he calls her Boris
So now she’s part of his act
Billed as “Boris et Le Jules”
The crowds still come but I for one
Ain’t nobody’s fool

Floating through the air
In a thin disguise
She’s the bearded maid
On the trapeze she flies

Floating through the air
In a thin disgeeze
She’s the bearded maid
On the flying trapeze