I've been thinking about what to call you And blowhard, blowhard's too kind Idiot, well idiot's too vague With your orange face, your cotton candy hair And your pointy red cap, your fingers in the air Clown, Clown will have to do The Clown, yes you're The Clown We'll call you The Clown Yes you're The Clown, you'll be The Clown We'll call you The Clown Yes you're The Clown, we'll call you The Clown It's settled on The Clown And beneath it all is broken and wounded A wounded little boy A boy dressed as a man I've been thinking about what to call you And blowhard, blowhard's too kind Demon, well that gives you too much power You're The Clown, yes you're The Clown You'll be The Clown, we'll call you The Clown You'll be The Clown, we'll call you The Clown It's settled on the clown, we'll call you The Clown You'll be The Clown Now you've got us name calling Now you got us all angry Now you got us all crazy Now we're clowns too, now we're clowns too, now we're clowns too Now we're clowns too