Everything I do
I do with grace and tact.
Everything I know
is precise and exact.
Everywhere I go
I'm always asked to re-enact
the time I cheated death
on the high wire act.

I been walkin' lightly
for way too many years.
Been hangin' on tightly.
Facin' down my fears.
Cheatin' death nightly
for a couple of cheers,
a couple of bucks,
and a couple of beers.

Has it been worthwhile?
Who can say?
Got a high lifestyle.
Some money put away.
Gonna' take a nice vacation,
my stuff's already packed
after I cheat death 
on the high wire act.

But the end is drawing near
with the passing of each day.
Gotta turn my head to hear;
try to hide the hint of gray.
With liquor on my breath,
man, I gotta be whacked
to try to cheat death
on the high wire act.

One last time
for all the world to see.
A circus like clime.
Pay per view T.V.
Then my kids will know for sure
I never felt the impact.
In case I miss a step
on the high wire act