Clownshoes from Your Person by Al Grantham

Pace yourself
You're going to throw up
Then we'll have to throw down
Old sad clown
Old sad clown

Many times you've spoke
Of leaving the circus
Thinking that life outside
Well it might give you purpose
It might give you purpose

Listen up
There's clouds over here
And there's clouds over there
The sky's everywhere
Disguise everywhere

What would the bearded lady do
No one to fawn over
No one to go to
When she loosens here evening gown
And the real circus comes to town

Or how 'bout the world's strongest man
He'll be left all vulnerable and
He'll have no one to be stronger than
What will he do
If he can't be the stronger man

The snake man will shed his skin again
And everywhere we'll find traces of him
The fire-eater's mother will call
Caught him smoking in the bathroom stall
The lobster boy might lose his way
And wind up on your dinner plate
And the lion tamer will hang up his whip
Tell those lions just to get a grip

And let me tell you what's really out there man
A crazy carnival and you can't comprehend it
And in the highest office of them all
Is the biggest act and he's making calls

So sad clown don't feel misled
There's a reason to look ahead
And you're never as bad as you think are
Or all these folks wouldn't come from afar

To see you dancing underneath the tent
To see you working in your element
To see you always going out of your way
To let us know we're all allowed to play
To see your colours warp and twirl
To hear the kids on the tilt-a-whirl

You can sweep the spotlight in the dustpan too
Life outside is just clownshoes

Pace yourself
You're going to throw up
Then we'll have to throw down
Old sad clown
Old sad clown

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