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  1. Clownin' Around

Lyrics

I always kinda knew that I'd never fit in
With my polka-dot suit, and my big, red grin
An odd facade for a broken man
drinking rubber chicken soup for the soul by the can

I never seen a college ever giving degrees
for scaring all the kids at a Mickey D's
A hardened harlequin, pantomime waste of time
Slapstick sidekick, pound foolish, penny wise

And I got big shoes to fill
Got some really big shoes to fill
Yes I got big shoes to fill

So shoot my body from a cannon, honey
Kill the joke until you think it's funny
clownin' around

Slap me silly for a modest paycheck
Nothing's better for a runaway than
Clownin' around

We’re just clownin’ around

Working to earn that rubber nose, I'm
no Juggalo, just a crusty old bozo,
You know I don't play that, laughter is power
so lean a little closer and smell this flower

Am I crazy like Pogo, or a killer from outer space?
Well it sure beats a custard pie to the face
Come and laugh at the pagliacci
Si può, si può, signore, signori

Smokey’s always singing how he's so sad
But Smokey doesn't know sad
Smokey’s always singing how he hurts so bad
But Smokey don't know bad

So shoot my body from a cannon, honey
Kill the joke until you think it's funny
clownin' around

Slap me silly for a modest paycheck
Nothing's better for a runaway than
Clownin' around

Well, come on over to the tent, now won't you
have some fun at my expense and don't you
Dare ever frown

Twist balloons in the shape of my heart
and pop that sucker with a passionate fart
clowni' around

Crashing the clown car, better take a head count
Crashed the clown car, gonna need a head count
Crashed the clown car, gotta take a head count
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