Clowns Are Experts (At Making Us Laugh) Songtext
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Clowns Are Experts (At Making Us Laugh) Songtext
Clowns are neato clowns are fun, Clowns are loved by everyone.
Cops n′ commies even fags. Everybody loves a gag
Clowns everywhere are freakin' out. In parades they scream n′ shout.
They're sad as hell, and they're singin′ the blues,
Cause no one laughs at their great big shoes.
Well here′s some clowns we really love: Bozo, Scoopy, Rusty Nails.
And here's a clown I really hate: Ronald McDonald.
See, he′s only in it for the burgers
(And that's not very funny)
I saw a clown in the mall today. My brother cried and he ran away.
They get no respect, aren′t served in bars, No matter how many friends they can fit in their cars.
The other day 17 friends and me was drivin' around in the clown mobile towin′ the ferris wheel in the back.
And this cop pulls me over and says, " Where ya goin' Bozo?"
I said, "I'm ain′t Bozo. I sure wish I was, though.
The man′s a friggin' genius."
Clowns are forced to take jobs across the nation below the level of their education
It′s hard as hell to make ends meet
With a painted face and gigantic feet.
Yesterday I was sittin' in a bar havin′ a drink and this clown walks in and says,
"Bartender, give me a tree fort."
The bartender looks at him and says, "What's in a tree fort?" And the clown says,
"Playboy books and cigars."
Last verse same as the first
Acapulco version, ten times worse!
Cops n′ commies even fags. Everybody loves a gag
Clowns everywhere are freakin' out. In parades they scream n′ shout.
They're sad as hell, and they're singin′ the blues,
Cause no one laughs at their great big shoes.
Well here′s some clowns we really love: Bozo, Scoopy, Rusty Nails.
And here's a clown I really hate: Ronald McDonald.
See, he′s only in it for the burgers
(And that's not very funny)
I saw a clown in the mall today. My brother cried and he ran away.
They get no respect, aren′t served in bars, No matter how many friends they can fit in their cars.
The other day 17 friends and me was drivin' around in the clown mobile towin′ the ferris wheel in the back.
And this cop pulls me over and says, " Where ya goin' Bozo?"
I said, "I'm ain′t Bozo. I sure wish I was, though.
The man′s a friggin' genius."
Clowns are forced to take jobs across the nation below the level of their education
It′s hard as hell to make ends meet
With a painted face and gigantic feet.
Yesterday I was sittin' in a bar havin′ a drink and this clown walks in and says,
"Bartender, give me a tree fort."
The bartender looks at him and says, "What's in a tree fort?" And the clown says,
"Playboy books and cigars."
Last verse same as the first
Acapulco version, ten times worse!
Writer(s): Tim Murphy, Joseph Patrick Escalante Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com