LUKE SMITH - Birthday Clown
Birthday clownPaints a smile on his face
At the start of each day
So that he can get paid
It's honest work
Bringing joy to the kids
And a gig is a gig after all
A gig is a gig, after all
Birthday boy
Wipes a tear from his eye
As his mom wonders why
He has started to cry
The birthday clown
Blows into a balloon
Then he turns it into a giraffe
And the sad little toddler starts to laugh
Birthday clown's
Got a boy of his own
Waiting for him at home
He's just fifteen years old
Unlike the kids
At the birthday parties
He never seems so amused
By his dad's silly faces and balloons
You're making all the kids laugh
Except for your own
It's hard to say how you feel
With your clown makeup on
When you get home
Nothing you say
Comes out the right way
Does it
You're making all the kids laugh
Except for your own
It's hard to say how you feel
With your clown makeup on
Making everyone laugh
Except the ones that you love
With your clown makeup on
Birthday clown
Wipes the smile off his face
At the end of each day
Written by:
Luke Smith
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