I look around for her, but I don't think she's here
Maybe the circus left, she's gone again I fear

I find a photograph, it's blurry from my tears
She's riding a giraffe, and wearing bunny ears

Put in a video, I haven't seen in years
She's still a novice clown, cavorting with her peers

Plug in the microwave, throw in some gummy bears
I cook them way too long, I'm home

When your girl's a funny clown, you can't protest when she's outta town
When your girl's a funny clown, you can't protest when she's outta town

Flew into Paris France, a circus atmosphere
She dropping floppy pants, she swing from chandelier

Went down in Borneo, the natives to endear
The fickle audience responds with cheers and spears

When your girl's a funny clown, you can't protest when she's outta town
When your girl's a funny clown, you can't protest when she's outta town

Shows up in Hollywood, the actors to endear
And who should come to watch but Mr. Richard Gere

Pulls into Tokyo, where clowns elicit fears
The fleeing people turn around and show their rears

When your girl's a funny clown, you can't protest when she's outta town
When your girl's a funny clown, you can't protest when she's outta town
When your girl's a funny clown, you can't protest when she's outta town
When your girl's a funny clown, you can't protest when she's outta town

Me look around for her, with circus disappear
With Bozo she perform, me drowning inna beer

Me finding photograph, it's Mr. Richard Gere