Belgium's Circus

(Verse) In the heart of Brussels, where chaos reigns, Politicians juggle like clowns in chains. Parties collide, agendas amiss, Belgium's government, what a circus this is! (Chorus) Belgian waffles and political fights, A strange blend of flavors, day and night. With rhythms unique to this wild quest, In the land of surreal, we all jest. (Bridge) Lost in halls of compromise and doubt, Where egos clash and schemes play out. But amidst the turmoil and restless spree, Belgium's charm still sets us free! (Chorus) Belgian waffles and political fights, A strange blend of flavors, day and night. With melodies echoing this quirky zest, In this whimsical dance, we're all blessed. (Chorus) Belgian waffles and political fights, A strange blend of flavors, day and night. With melodies echoing this quirky zest, In this whimsical dance, we're all blessed. (Verse) In the heart of Brussels, where games are played, Deals are struck and promises fade. Amidst the chaos and power's allure, Belgium's people endure, steadfast and sure. (Outro) So raise a toast to this political show, Where comedy thrives in the ebb and flow. Amid corridors of compromise and clout, Belgium's spirit shines, without a doubt.