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