If they were only feeling down
I could make a funny sound
I could dance a silly dance
Oh i’ve dared
I can pride fall rebound
Just to entertain a crowd
But there’s nothing i can do when they are scared
If they only had a frown
I could turn it right around
If they were only down and out I know how…
What am i gonna do now?
It’s a bad time, a bad time
to be a clown.
The flower in my lapel
Has a dried up empty well
It used to hold the water that i’d squirt
Now i give the ball a squeeze
It just puffs a tiny breeze
No one’s whistling while they work
If they only had a smile
I could play with it awhile
If they only wanted style i know how
But what am i gonna do now
It’s a bad time, a bad time
To be a clown
Oh no nobody knows,
unless they’ve got a big red nose
just how much it blows to read this news
oh my strange weather friends
I wouldn’t recommend
taking a single step inside my shoes.
You’d just be falling down the street,
tripping on your feet
They only fit me anyhow
What am i gonna do now
It’s a bad time, a bad time
To be a clown