From the recording texas ii
matthew - vocals, guitar
Jeremy Hull - bass
Paul Shapera - piano
Beth Brown - violin
Hilary Tipps - backing vocals
written and produced by the matthew show
recorded at Rotary Eleven Studio
mixed by Mark Randall at Blackstone Studio
cover photography by Pete Rearden
Lyrics
The clown’s got jokes
And inspirations
In frames upon the beige
On the coffee cups and cubes
He pats you on the back
And his hand it kind of lingers way too long
And before you know it
He's got another piece of you
CHORUS:
I don’t want to fuck the clown again
I don’t think it’s in my interest to serve his little whims
And though he brings me shiny lanyards and monogrammed pens
I don’t want to fuck the clown again
Oh, you’re family
Until the numbers take a turn
And I’m so sorry, Mr. Jones
You know we’ll miss you
A comic tragedy
That I’ve laughed at way too long
Paying dues to buy the credits
To write this stupid song
(CHORUS)
Don’t fuck the clown for money
Don’t fuck him for the toys
And don’t fuck him for the fleeting praise
That fades away in noise
And please don’t fuck him for the dream
That one day you’ll take his place
And lead the legion of clown fuckers
In the eternal parade of disgrace
END CHORUS:
I don’t want to fuck the clown again
I don’t think it’s in our interest to serve his little whims
And though he brings us shiny lanyards and monogrammed pens
I don’t want to fuck the clown again
I don’t want to fuck the clown again
