Clowns! Clowns, everywhere I turn!
Clowns are looking at me!
Walking over to me, with their water-tainted flower plastic
And their chickens all made of rubber.
What do they want from me?
They keep coming over to me with, smiling
With their big grins and their big honky noses
I don't know what's with them?
They're wearing plaid...I hate plaid!
Get the plaid away from me!
They sit and they squirt their little water guns
And they honk their horns
And they dance around through flaming hoops
I'm scared of clown. Clowns scare me.
I don't like the way that the clowns look
They all look so fucked up!
Why do clowns look fucked up?
Why do they keep taunting me?
Why do they keep coming at me?
This ain't even dream, I'm just sitting here
I'm not even at a circus, I'm at the park!
I'm enjoying my day off and there's a fucking clown!
What's going on? Why can't somebody stop them?
I don't want to see the clowns anymore, mommy!
They freak me out! Mommy? Where'd you go?
Oh shit! Mommy isn't here anymore! She ran away!
The clow...No! The clowns took her!
They took her away!
And they're poking and prodding her with pitchforks!
Oh my God, the things they can do with rubber chickens!
I just want the clowns to go away!
Maybe it's all the lithium and opium I took...