Something bad happened to a clown
Every touch is measured out
Every word is written down
Sunny skies are seldom seen
In the land of few and far between
And everybody wears a frown
Someone lost their squirting rose
There's his red nose on the ground
No one's seen his painted smile
He's been gone for quite a while
Something bad happened to a clown
Something bad happened to a clown
He used to honk his horn and everyone would laugh
He used to honk his horn
She doesn't think he's very funny anymore
Footprints in the sawdust leading to the edge of town
Something bad happened to a clown
Something bad happened to a clown
He used to honk his horn and everyone would laugh
He used to honk his horn
She doesn't think he's very funny anymore
Footprints in the sawdust leading to the edge of town
Something bad happened to a clown
Something bad happened to a clown
Algo malo le pasó a un payaso
Cada toque está medido
Cada palabra está escrita
Rara vez se ven cielos soleados
En la tierra de pocos y distantes
Y todos llevan un ceño fruncido
Alguien perdió su rosa que salpicaba
Ahí está su nariz roja en el suelo
Nadie ha visto su sonrisa pintada
Ha estado ausente por bastante tiempo
Algo malo le pasó a un payaso
Algo malo le pasó a un payaso
Solía hacer sonar su cuerno y todos reían
Solía hacer sonar su cuerno
Ella ya no lo encuentra muy gracioso
Huellas en el aserrín que conducen al borde del pueblo
Algo malo le pasó a un payaso
Algo malo le pasó a un payaso
Solía hacer sonar su cuerno y todos reían
Solía hacer sonar su cuerno
Ella ya no lo encuentra muy gracioso
Huellas en el aserrín que conducen al borde del pueblo
Algo malo le pasó a un payaso
Algo malo le pasó a un payaso
Escrita por: Warren Zevon