to the tennesee stud and the old gray mare
& as i passed by, i tried not to stare
at all the crazy events, that was transpiring there
there was a crazy old clown, painted the color blue
he was settin all alone- not very much to do
up came the green hair girl- wearing her cosmic shoes
too bad that she, couldn�t put them to use
�you speak of hell; i do not know that town�
said the green haired girl, to the washed up clown
he spoke to her, but he looked at the ground,
�Please demand me not, the reasons for my frown�
-break-
�But what could be so very wrong, to make you feel so bad,
to make your head fall low, and you look oh so very sad?
mr. clown, talk to me- tell me the troubles that you�ve had,
did you fall out with your mommy- did you never meet your dad?�
�See little girl that�s it, i don�t know why i feel like this,
every time i try to fix it- i always somehow miss
maybe it�s the cigarettes, maybe the bottle�s tender kiss,
but according to you, its my dietary bliss�
of what of this, shall they have us to deceive
of misfame and of misfortune, mischief and misbelief
of convulsion-causing cola, of alliteritative grief,
by it does have half the calories, and i think that�s pretty neat