Circus, or French Foreign Legion?

When life gets a bit frantic (flat-out crazy; flat-out is a term for as fast as possible, or as much as possible), there's an old song that I always think of that starts with, Goodbye Cruel World, I'm off to join the Circus...
But then I always get confused as to whether it's supposed to be Circus, or Army.
I never liked the idea of running away to join the Army very much. It just didn't have enough pizazz (kick; danger; excitement). I always thought that if I really wanted to run away from life into extreme danger, it should be the French Foreign Legion. Not only does it sound highly dangerous, but I would have to go to far away lands that I probably would never come back from. At least, probably not alive. The idea has quite a romantic appeal for a young boy, or, for that matter, a young man. Like me.
So although every young American boy, at one unhappy time or another, thought of running away to join a circus, and never going home again, I always thought that joining the French Foreign Legion would be a far cooler, and much more adventurous, thing to do. And of course, totally insane.
Luckily it's too late for me think about it now. Besides, Edgar would never let me.