No, you couldn't call Jesse a babe in the woodsHe's just weak in self-defense'Cause he's so thin skinnedHe can't take a joke at his expense"You're a push down window," says Rowdy Yates"I can run you up and downAnytime I wantI can make you my dancin'--My dancin' clown!"You're my dancin' clownDancin' dancin'My dancin' clownDancin'You're my dancin' clownDancin' dancin' dancin'My dancin' clownRowdy Yates is as bold as Jove--He's all chide and snide and bluff--Stuck in the romantic traditionOf acting rough and tough"You're always charging thru," says JesseNervous, lookin' all around--To see who's seein' him bein' a dancin'A dancin' clownHe's a dancin' clownDancin' dancin'A dancin' clownDancin'He's a dancin' clownDancin' dancin' dancin'A dancin' clownCherchez la femmeWhenever love comes aroundSomeone's a dancin' clownCherchez la femmeWhenever hearts start to poundSomeone's a dancin' clownDown the street comes last-word Suzie--She's high yellow--lookin' top niceYou hear the swoosh of jungle bladesAnd the crackle of northern ice"Hot damn!" says Rowdy--lookin' up"Yum!" says Jesse lookin' down"How would you like to be her dancin'Her dancin' clown?"Be her dancin' clownDancin' dancin'Her dancin' clownDancin'Be her dancin' clownDancin' dancin' dancin'Her dancin' clownCherchez la femmeWhenever love comes to townSomeone's a dancin' clownCherchez la femmeWherever hearts start to poundSomeone's a dancin' clown©1988 Crazy Crow Music BMI