Clowns

Clowns

Can’t sleep – Clowns’ll eat me

Call the cops, burn the big-tops,
Stoopid clowns have got to be stopped
They travel around, come to your town
Clamp their cars ‘n gun ‘em down

Grab their big shoes, wrap ‘em in cement
Push ‘em off the high wire, murder with intent
White faced geeks, stinkin’ of gin
Get a baseball bat and hit ‘em on the chin

I hate clowns prima facie
Me, Stephen King and John Wayne Gacy
Call the cops, burn the big-tops,
Stoopid clowns have got to be stopped

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