Be a clown, be a clown,
All the world loves a clown.
Be a crazy buffoon
And the demoiselles’ll all swoon.
Dress in huge, baggy pants
And you’ll ride the road to romance.
A butcher or a baker, ladies never embrace,
A barber for a beau would be a social disgrace,
They all’ll come to call if you can fall on your face,
Be a clown, be a clown, be a clown.
We don’t know why that came to mind late at night, but his presidency remains a great fright.