Clowny Clown Clown

I was walking on the ground.
I didn't make a sound,
then I turned around,
and I saw a clown.
Had a frown.
Stood on a mound.
Started barking like a hound.

Clowny clown clown.

When I came to what I found,
he showed me something that was brown,
so we became great friends and
late in life, he got sick...
I gave him some soup, but he got
worse and asked for its purse.
It got it, but it was empty,
so it cried a plenty.
I wondered what to do.
I didn't know what to think,
so I got a drink.

And then I showed it
something that was round,
and it died, smiled,
and fell on the ground.

Clowny clown clown

Thinking back about those days
with the clown,
I get teary-eyed and really snide.
I think that deep down,
I hated that clown,
but not as much as Mr. Farr,
I'm going to go smoke a cigar.

Clowny clown clown.

I was walking on the ground,
I didn't make a sound
and then I turned around --
I saw a clown.

Clown.
Clowny Clown Clown.

HAHA!
I hate you clown.
Your ugly frown.
Smiley lips.
Think I'll clip you across the nose, clown.
Haha.
Want a cigar?
It'll get you far haha
like Mr.Farr..get it?
Haha Mr.Farr?

Clown.
Clown.

(Coughs) See what a cigar'll do? (laughs)

Clown.
Ugly Clown.