The Clown Shoe Goes On

Title works both ways

Imagine bourgeois and bordelaise
Everything covered in mayonnaise
A world so shiny
A world so gleam
Everything's got glitter inbetween

I look around
The girls aren't real
Nothing is
From top to toe

What about the guys
What do you know
Why do they all look the same
All wearing the same shoe

The clown show goes on
Here comes the thundering drum
Twenty-four clowns lead the procession
But we're supposed to be having a recession

I never had a dream of seeing such things
Not even in my wildest nightmares

Yet here it is, in front of me
Twenty-three clowns
What's happening to me?

They bang the drums
To keep the time
I think it's just so
They can keep in line

They're coming this way
Hide your kids and hide your life
Unless you want a brand new (red nosed) wife