You prance around like you´re the king of the city Always getting down with the nitty gritty You smoke a bone, but you don´t inhale Always bragging about the time you spent a night in jail
I can always tell a clown and I call your bluff Always show your tail when the tough gets rough
You give up, you break down, ´cause your mama´s boy
Everyone around they can tell you´re a faker Think the Ramones is a t-shirt maker You get down, but you don´t get high So run on home to your ma and cry I can always tell a clown, even in disguise When it comes to being dumb you really take the price
All I hear you do is brag and scream and shout Still you don´t have clue what it´s all about