Rodeo Clowns

Yo, what's up, this is G. Love comin' at you live out here from California

Even though I'm Philly, born and bred

And I got my man Jack Johnson in the studio today

We just got out of surf, my man Jack, tell 'em what time it is

Uh, c'mon

Sweepin' the floors, open up the doors

Yeah, turn on the lights, getting ready for the night

Nobody's romancin' 'cause it's too early for dancing

But here comes the music

Bright lights flashing

They cover up your lack of so many people, so many problems

So many reasons to buy another round, drink it down

Just another night on the town

With the big man, money man, better than the other man

He got the plan with the million dollar give a damn

What nobody understands, he'll become a smaller man

The bright lights keep flashing, the women keep on dancing with the clowns

Yeah, yeah, yeah, they pick me up when I'm down

Yeah, yeah, the rodeo clowns

Yeah, yeah, yeah, they pick me up when I'm down

Yeah, yeah

The disco ball's spinnin', all the music and the women

And the shots of tequila, man, they say that they need you

What they really need is just a little room to breathe

Teeny bopping disco queen, she barely understands her dreams

Of belly button rings and other kinds of things

Symbolic of change, but the thing that is strange

Is that the changes occurred and now she's just a part of the herd

Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, I thought that you heard

Yeah, yeah, the changes occured

Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's just a part of the herd

Yeah, yeah

Lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground

You walk by, look at him, but he can't look at you

Yeah, you might feel pity but he only feels the ground

'Cause you understand moves but he only knows let down

By the corner there's another one

Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man

Well, you tried to live, but he's done trying

Not dead, but definitely dying

With the rest of the clowns, yeah, yeah

With the rest of the clowns, yeah, yeah

The rodeo clowns, yeah, yeah, yeah

They pick me up when I'm down, yeah, yeah

The rodeo clowns, yeah, yeah, yeah

They pick me up when I'm down, yeah, yeah

Sweepin' the floors, open up the doors

Yeah, turn on the lights, getting ready for the night

Nobody's romancin' 'cause it's too early for dancing

But here comes the music