(Warren Zevon)

Every touch is measured out

Every word is written down

Sunny skies are seldom seen

In the land of few and far between

And everybody wears a frown



Someone lost their squirting rose

There's his red nose on the ground

No one's seen his painted smile

He's been gone for quite a while

Something bad happened to a clown

Something bad happened to a clown



He used to honk his horn and everyone would laugh

He used to honk his horn

She doesn't think he's very funny anymore

Footprints in the sawdust leading to the edge of town

Something bad happened to a clown

Something bad happened to a clown



He used to honk his horn and everyone would laugh

He used to honk his horn

She doesn't think he's very funny anymore

Footprints in the sawdust leading to the edge of town

Something bad happened to a clown

Something bad happened to a clown