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Jonathan Coulton

Bozo's Lament

I guess because my name is Bozo

I was destined to be a clown

But when I joined the traveling circus

I didn't think that it would bring me down

Make me angry like sniper in a tower

And every Saturday

I take off my nose and say never more

Pie in my face

Five days a workweek

It's in my face

Pie in my face

It sucks to be a clown

I should have been a lion tamer

Those guys get all the girls

In a cage in satin tights

In a mane of golden curls

Everybody loves the guy who lives in danger

But in the center ring

I'm safe from everything except for

Pie in my face

Five days a workweek

It's in my face

Pie in my face

It sucks to be a clown

The other night I dreamed of Arthur

Ex-human-cannonball

In the dream he asked the question

Do I fly or do I fall?

What's the difference

Either way he's still a dead man

And he's finally free

No longer has to be up on stage

Pie in my face

Five days a workweek

It's in my face

Pie in my face

It sucks to be a clown

Yeah it sucks to be a clown

Should have never been a clown

Cause it sucks to be a clown