County Clown

All the county clowns

Flood the fair

For the kids in town

To laugh and stare

You ain't foolin' on me

You can't pull that stuff on me

I can see right through a clown

And all the know-it-alls

Wear overalls

And congregate in bathroom stalls

Preaching poetry

Pissin' on the seat

Like they've never had a thing to clean

Are you feeling good?

Are you feeling bad?

Would you rather be a goldfish

In a plastic bag?

Are you feeling lost?

Up against a wall?

Would you rather be

A head first human cannonball?

And get to blowin'

All over town!

Helen dances all by herself

With a hula-hoop in another realm

And she loves ecstasy

She don't look at me

But I can dance good too, you know?

Amber loves amphetamines

Feeds her kids on pork and beans

And they ride the whirling wheel

Puking up their meal

All those beans just a blowin' in the wind

If I step right up I'll test my strength

King of the hammer is a strong man's game

I could never ring the bell

You can take your mallet straight to hell

I am humiliated

Are you feeling good?

Are you feeling bad?

Would you rather be a goldfish

In a plastic bag?

Are you feeling lost?

Up against a wall?

Would you rather be

A head first human cannonball?

And get to blowin'

All over town?