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He's got a funny red nose, old baggy pants |
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When he staggers down the street |
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It's a funny little dance, children gather 'round as he falls down |
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Everybody laughs at Wino the clown |
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They just don't know the reason why |
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But when she died, he died inside |
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He lost all his will to live |
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And he had no use for pride |
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Not even all his children's love |
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Could bring him back again |
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He just crawled into a bottle |
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Now he's waiting for the end |
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He's got a funny red nose, old baggy pants |
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When he staggers down the street |
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It's a funny little dance, children gather 'round as he falls down |
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Everybody laughs at Wino the clown |
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They laugh when he comes down the street |
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Stumbles all alone |
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At the way he smiles and holds his arm |
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Just as if someone's holding on |
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They all think he's lost his mind |
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Talking to thin air |
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Ah, but only me and my daddy knows |
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That mama's walking there |
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He's got a funny red nose, old baggy pants |
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When he staggers down the street |
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It's a funny little dance, children gather 'round when he falls down |
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Everybody laughs at Wino the clown |
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But I never laugh when my daddy falls down |
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I'll always love Wino the clown |
