The Circus Is In Town

Turn your painted frown upside down

Before I smack it off your face

Ever since the circus came to town
They're everywhere like cockroaches
Running all over the place

In oversized tennis shoes
Big red rubber balls for noses
Trying to chase away our sorrows and blues
With slapstick antics and silly poses
Attempting to make me laugh

But I choose to not laugh

Because I hate clowns
Yeah, I hate clowns
And if I get the chance

I'll take them down

This is the last straw
There ought to be a law against
People wearing face paint if it's not Halloween
I'd be ashamed if I was a mime, but I ain't
Never will you catch me dressing like a drag queen

Take your mile long hankerchiefs
And your squirting flowers
Stick'em where the sun never shined
If I was a hero with superpowers
I'd eradicate
Every
Single damn one
Of your kind

Because I hate clowns
Yeah, I hate clowns
And If I get the opportunity

I'll get in my car and run them down

Drive right over your polka dotted bodies
Till I hear those annoying bicycle horns
Squeak their final squeaks
Then back up in reverse gear
Run you over a second time
Just to make for certain you're all dead
I wish had a sawed off twelve guage shotgun
To blow off my own head
Every time the circus comes to my home town

Did I tell you recently that I hate clowns?
Yeah, I hate clowns
And if I get my hands on one

I'm gonna wring his filthy neck

And pop his head off like a pimple
Jab a screwdriver right into his painted dimple
Bash him with a mallet
Metal, not a rubber one
Oh, it would be so simple

Die, clowns die!