The saddest thing I ever saw
Was a semi-professional clown
His pointed smile and eyes beguiled
But the moments in between let him down
Twas an undertone deep within his soul
And if you listened, it glistened, with untold cynicism
The saddest thing I ever saw
Was a semi-professional clown
The saddest thing I ever saw
Was a semi-professional clown
Forced to stand in flippers on land
Trousers only pulled up to fall down
And then we'II reach the part
With the hause made of glass
And how we'II laugh, that he'II never, never break out
Well the very saddest thing that I ever, ever saw
Was that semi-professional farce
Tell me what's the cost
Of the jokes, jibes, those mocks?
To live your life in the shadow
Of enlargened buttocks
Well at the end of the day
When the mask is finally off
When he looks into the glass
Does he see the laughing stock?
Oh the very saddest thing that I ever, ever sow
Was that semi-professional
Barely respectable
Somehow regrettable
Highly forgettable
Semi-professional clown
