To set a goal and be “class clown”
Is not something good,I’m stating
I was the one who wrote his words
I was the “class clown in waiting”
A yard stick and a winter toque
A voyaguer I now was
To inherit a new character
As I aged, became a loss
Was bullying the reason fo
r Hiding behind a mask
Or was it something deeper
That made me take this task
A true class clown has no regrets
Of what they say or do
Their only goal is laughter
And that they’ll get from you
Attention seeking misfits
Not in my book, there was no way
You couldn’t be a misfit
And say what they would say
A true “class clown”‘s an artist
Knowing when to make a scene
Knowing when a situation
Needs a lift, or at least a lean
Voices with strange accents
Silly faces set the stage
You get the class all laughing
While the teacher fumes with rage
Move on from the “class clown” name
And pursue it with a crowd
Do you really crave attention?
Do you want the laughter loud?
Or were you starved for some attention
Something you never got at home
Were you troubled as a child?
Did it cause your mind to roam?
Were you deficient in your memory?
Couldn’t handle work at school?
Or did you really crave the laughter?
Because on stage you could be cool
I envy people who were clowns
There were many in my life
To just be free with who they were
To dance upon the knife
I never was the top banana
I was always second, on the side
I always worked well as the set-up
But I came along and rode the ride