The little furry dice you have
That hang in front of you,
Epitomizes what you are,
And everything you do.
And there are town clowns and pretty boys,
And there are town clowns and pretty boys
Your idea of a good time
Is some beer and then a fight
And singin' songs 'bout the farm's
The highlight of your night
And there are town clowns and pretty boys,
And there are town clowns and pretty boys
Do you like your new car stereo?
That's a quality suit, Where'd you get it from?
I'll mercifully scrutinize
The meaning of your life,
You do the same things every day,
Like millions of mice.
And there are town clowns and pretty boys,
And there are town clowns and pretty boys
Do you like your new car stereo?
That's a quality suit, Where'd you get it from?
First you're born,
Then you're sad,
Then you die
First you're born,
Then you're sad,
Then you die
First you're born,
Then you're sad,
Then you die
First you're born,
Then you're sad,
Then you die
And there are town clowns and pretty boys,
And there are town clowns and pretty boys
Do you like your new car stereo?
That's a quality suit, Where'd you get it from?
Do you like your new car stereo?
That's a quality suit, Where'd you get it from?
Town clowns and pretty boys,
Town clowns and pretty boys,
Town clowns and pretty boys,
Town clowns
