I was walking on the ground.    I didn't make a sound,    then I turned around,    and I saw a clown.   Had a frown.    Stood on a mound.    Started barking like a hound.      huh her ha hur ur   Clowny clown clown.      When I came to what I found,    he showed me something that was brown,   so we became great friends and    late in life, he got sick...   I gave him some soup, but he got   worse and asked for its purse.    It got it, but it was empty,    so it cried a plenty.   I wondered what to do.   I didn't know what to think,   so I got a drink.      And then I showed it   something that was round,   and it died, smiled,   and fell on the ground.      Clowny clown clown      Thinking back about those days   with the clown,   I get teary-eyed and really snide.   I think that deep down,    I hated that clown,    but not as much as Mr. Farr,   I'm going to go smoke a cigar.      Clowny clown clown.      I was walking on the ground,    I didn't make a sound   and then I turned around --    I saw a clown.      Clown.   Clowny Clown Clown.      HAHA!   I hate you clown.    Your ugly frown.    Smiley lips.   Think I'll clip you across the nose, clown.    Haha.   Want a cigar?    It'll get you far haha   like Mr.Farr..get it?    Haha Mr.Farr?      Clown.   Clown.      (Coughs) See what a cigar'll do? HEHE!      Clown.   Ugly Clown.