In fact it was a circus clown Who brought Professor Dragon to this town It was love at first sight when he saw him perform In a circus tent in Moscow 1899 Professor Dragon was an inventor Inventor of a flying ship with a smoke and soap engine Hopeless dreams he was chasing But they were the few to keep him moving He flew with his bubbly dragoline Following the blue tracks heading to Venise If there was a place in this whole wide world Oh it's got to be Venise where lost love can be regained Into the blue he was flying There's got to be a way to find him When nights are cold and lonely He almost forgot how it's like if there was somebody The harbor of Venice sleeps in ice No trace of the circus and Saint Marcus has no mercy He falls down on his knees but before he starts to cry out He has a brilliant idea gosh it's got to be Paris Into the blue he was flying There's got to be a way to find him When nights are cold and lonely He almost forgot how it's like if there was somebody Well Paris certainly has its sin It drive some lovesick fools nearly insane And it's here where professor dragon is taking off again In his bubbly dragoline I've heard he's still flying