When clowns die….

See youse ya cunt!

My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I’m drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer’s whip doesn’t crack anymore
The lions they won’t fight and the tigers won’t roar

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So let’s all drink to the death of a clown
Won’t someone help me to break up this crown
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown

The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
So won’t someone help me to break up this crown
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

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5 Responses to “When clowns die….”

  1. Auntie Jaxxx Says:

    When Clowns Die, I take a day off work to celebrate, and I celebrate by playing flash games about killing clowns, having drinks and laughing my arse off! “Down With Clowns!!! Death to Bozo!!”

  2. barnze Says:

    Evil fuckers……..Jugglers are ok though.

  3. Four Dinners Says:

    What about juggling clowns? The stuff of nightmares

  4. ClownHatingAuntJackie Says:

    … Jugglers are pushin it! LOL!

  5. barnze Says:

    Yeah i reckon you lot are right jugglers are too close to clowns..bollocks to the whole circus..

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