All the way from Palm Springs, just out of detox

I'm sure you'll have fun watching me juggle
8 balls at one time, I'm no fucking mime
I play practical jokes, this squirting flower
That wasn't flour that blew up your nose
It's my special blend of X, coke and K
You should be okay in several hours

He's got over-sized shoes and ill-fitting clothes
That is real blood dripping from his big red nose

I'm Cokie the Clown, I will trip you down
Those 12 giant steps, I brought you all presents
Against good judgment, but being a good host
You all have been toast, the kettle corns been laced
The fudge has been lined, you're having a great time
But you might not recall the Rohypnol in the lemonade
Cokie-homemade

He's the happiest clown, with the biggest frown
He's Cokie the Clown