Clowntown Official Poem Welcome To Clowntown While driving alone without a care The smell of cow dung fills the air Turn around by all means please You have just entered the town of cheese Like all big top shows they have their freaks There's the dirty old man who barely could speak They have young and old and rich and poor Did I say rednecks, need I say more Reds Tavern's where the townies lie Drive wind up cars with 4-wheel drive College students rule the bars Puking in their mason jars

Platform shoes and bell bottom pants All gather to do the aquarium dance Beer becomes their cotton candy Popcorn breath smells like brandy Simply floppy shoes and a big red nose Baggy pants and a squirting rose Before you know it you've had your fill Of this real life jokersville. As you turn to speed away You look back as though to say What once were a few are now all around This truly is a  Town of Clowns