Il testo della Clown

The travelling circus has come to town
But what the fuck is up with the clown
The clown has forgot how to laugh
The clown has forgot how to laught

You've got to admire him for having the gaulle
After all, a clown is meant to plat fool
But this one is serious, he thinks he knows best
He listens to no-one, put him out to rest

The clown has forgot how to laugh
The clown has forgot how to laugh
The clown has forgot how to laugh
The clown has forgot how to laugh

He hires pole dancers to add to the view
But the great pretender is still so see-through
They've got great tits and are shaking their arse
There's no hiding the fact that the show is a farce

It's time he was put out to grass
It's time he was put out to grass
The clown has forgot how to laugh
The clown has forgot how to laugh

There's not a musical bone in his body
His clothes were once smart but now just look shoddy
He was always more worried about how he looked
But what of great choruses, memorable hooks?

The clown has forgot how to laugh
The clown has forgot how to laugh
The clown has forgot how to laugh
The clown has forgot how to laugh

The clown has forgot how to laugh
The clown has forgot how to laugh
It's time he was put out to grass
It's time he was put out to grass