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