Wednesday, 24 September 2008

In space, no-one can eat Ice Cream...

P.T. Barnum said it so long ago
"Theres one born every minute" -  don't you know?
Some make us laugh, Some make us cry
These Klowns honey gonna make you die
Everybody's running when the circus comes into their town
Everybodys gunning for the likes of the Killer Klowns
From outer space!

The ringmaster shouts "let the show begin"
Send in the Klowns , Let them do you in
See a rubber nose on a painted face
Bringing genecide to the human race
It's time to take a ride on the nightmare merry-go-round
You'll be dead on arrival from the likes of the Killer Klowns
From outer space...

There's cotton candy in their hands
Says the polka dotted man with a stalk of jacaranda
They're all diabolical bozos

All look around, what do you see?
Tell me what's become of humanity?
From California shores to New York Times Square
Barnum and Bailey everywhere
If you've ever wondered why the population's going down
Blame it on the plunder of the likes of the Killer Klowns
From outer space!