or 'The Wheels Are Broken'
Some people say my songs are weird, but after one has been sacked from a clown job it really isn't any wonder.....
I see you're in trouble please let me help you
here take a long swig on this
come and sit under the shade of the trees
I'll put some bandages over your knees
I'll tell you a story, soak up your worries
stop you looking so sad
In the land in the land of the mad
being sane will just drive you mad
Chorus:
And the wheels are broken
but the axle keeps on turning,
the wheels are broken
but the axle keeps on turning, turning round
I could have been something with my education
a surgeon or a tycoon
I wound up in a pantomime cow
giving out sweets in a new shopping mall.
teenagers kicked me and their parents hit me
they're all animals on the inside - it's sad
in the land, in the land of the mad
being sane will just drive you mad
I was promoted up to a jester
I made all the little ones cry
Angry parents threw coins at my brow
breaking windows like their wedding vows
I hid in the corners hardly believing
people get paid for this.
I have to assent I've a masochist bent
but this really is taking the p*ss.
Chorus
My manager sacked me for slacking my duties
his fingers clenched up aloft.
I bet his wife is a puritain wench who makes love once a year
through a hole in the cloth.
I've lost my job and you've lost your mind
we make a wonderful pair,
we lost it all hook line and sinker
over the side at a ride at the fair.
Don't give up now there's so much to live for
the Writer is coming back soon.
You've got to hold on a little bit longer.
It's bad luck to die.... at the end of a tune.