Today I met a clown
One, two, three, hundreds.

One is singing
And one is dancing
But one actually hate music
And one is totally bored

Other come to me
Then one say he loves me
But I don't care
And he doesn't mind

So what does it mean

I met a clown
Haven't I say I despise clowns?

But I do keep one in my house too
One sleep in my bed
One eat in my plate
One stare in the mirror

Why is that I don't know
Maybe because everybody done the same

Now who dare to take a knife
Is one that I desire
**** my clown is the order
And my heart in the return