I started out with a license to mime From a school in France, but in a matter of time Measured out in minutes, I had to give it up Right then and there Nobody wanted to pay to see A man in a beret and a striped tee Push against the wind, pull a rope, or begin To sit in an invisible chair The only smile in a sea of frowns And indifferent expressions, it's so easy to drown With size 35 shoes pulling you down Every single day You're a birthday party clown Saturday morning at eight fifteen Got a paying gig down at the Chuckie Cheese Somebody's turning three, and it's up to me To keep them occupied While all the parents in the room can breathe A sigh of relief as they quietly leave Their kids with the buffoon and his animal balloons While they grab a slice of pizza and sneak outside
The only smile in a sea of frowns And indifferent expressions, it's so easy to drown With size 35 shoes pulling you down Every single day You're a birthday party clown Can't imagine why the kids would run and cry At the sight of a man in a pink suit With a roll up tie, a pair of googely eyes Red nose, and a fright wig hairdo From children's parties to corporate events From the tears and the jeers to my unpaid rent There's something that I'm missing That always leaves me wishing I could go back to school and become a magican The only smile in a sea of frowns And indifferent expressions, it's so easy to drown With size 35 shoes pulling you down Every single day You're a birthday party clown