I've been thinking about what to call you
And blowhard, blowhard's too kind
Idiot, well idiot's too vague
With your orange face, your cotton candy hair
And your pointy red cap, your fingers in the air
Clown, Clown will have to do
The Clown, yes you're The Clown
We'll call you The Clown
Yes you're The Clown, you'll be The Clown
We'll call you The Clown
Yes you're The Clown, we'll call you The Clown
It's settled on The Clown
And beneath it all is broken and wounded
A wounded little boy
A boy dressed as a man
I've been thinking about what to call you
And blowhard, blowhard's too kind
Demon, well that gives you too much power
You're The Clown, yes you're The Clown
You'll be The Clown, we'll call you The Clown
You'll be The Clown, we'll call you The Clown
It's settled on the clown, we'll call you The Clown
You'll be The Clown
Now you've got us name calling
Now you got us all angry
Now you got us all crazy
Now we're clowns too, now we're clowns too, now we're clowns too
Now we're clowns too