Man, there was this clown, and he was a real happy guy, 
a real happy guy, he had all these greens and all these 
yellows and all these oranges bubbling around inside of 
him. And he had just one thing he wanted in this world, 
he just wanted to make people laugh, that’s all he 
wanted out of this world, we was a real happy guy...
Let me tell you about this clown, he used to a raise a 
sweat every night out on the stage and just wouldn’t 
stop, that’s how hard he worked, he was trying to make 
people laugh. He used to have this cute little gimmick 
where he had a seal follow him up and down a step-
ladder, blowing Columbia the gem of the ocean out on a 
b-flat scale sears-roebuck a model thirteen twenty-two 
“A” plastic bugle, a real cute act, but they didn’t 
laugh, well you know, a few little things here and 
there, but not really, and he was booking out in all 
these tank towns, playing the rotary clubs, the Kiwanis 
clubs and the American legion hall; and he just wasn’t 
making it, but he had all these wonderful things going 
on inside of him, all these greens and yellows and all 
these oranges, he was a real happy guy, and all he 
wanted to do was to make these people laugh, that’s all 
he wanted out of this world, to make people laugh, and 
then something began to grow, something that just 
wasn’t good began growing inside of his head...
You know, it’s a funny thing. _____ something began to 
trouble this clown, you know little things, little 
things once in a while would happen, that would make 
that crowed begin to howl, but they were never the 
right things, like for example the time the seal got 
sick on the stage, all over the stage, the crowd just, 
just broke out, little things like that. And they 
weren’t suppose to … they weren’t supposed to be funny. 
This began to trouble him, and it bothered him. And 
this little thing began to grow inside of him. And all 
those greens and all those oranges and all those 
yellows, they just weren’t as bright as they used to 
be. And all he wanted to do was to make that crowd 
laugh, that’s all he wanted to do...
There was this one night _____ when he was playing at 
the rotary club. All these dentists, these druggists, 
all these postmen sitting around, and they were a real 
cold bunch, nothing was happening. He was leaving the 
stage when he stumbled over his ladder and fell flat on 
his face, just flat on his face. When he stands up and 
he’s got this bloody nose and he looks out at the crowd 
and that crowd is just rolling on the floor, he’s just 
knocked them flat out, this begins to trouble and even 
more. He begins to see something, he begins to see 
something...
And right about here is when things began to change, 
but really change. Not the least of which our clown 
changes his act. He bought himself a set of football 
pads, a yellow helmet with red stripes, hired a girl 
who dropped a 5-pound sac of flour on his head every 
night, maybe twenty feet up. Oh man!, what a pit, that 
just broke them up every night, but not like the buke. 
And all those colors, all those yellows, all those 
reds, all those oranges, a lot of gray in them now 
_____ And all he wanted was to make this crowd laugh, 
that’s all he wanted out of this world...
They were laughing alright, not like the buke but they 
were laughing, And all the dough started coming in. He 
was playing the big towns. Chicago, Detroit, and then 
it was Pittsburgh one night. A real fine town 
Pittsburgh, you know. But three quarters way through 
his act, a rope broke, down came the backdrop, right on 
the back of the neck, and he went flat and something 
broke, this was it. It hurt way down deep inside, he 
tried to get up. He looked out at the audience, and 
man, you should’ve, you should’ve, you should’ve seen 
that crowd. They was rolling in the aisle. This was 
bigger than the buke. This was bigger than the buke.... 
He really had them going, this was it, this was the 
last one, this was the last one. This was the last one. 
He knew now, man, he really knew now. But it was too 
late and all he had wanted was to make this crowd 
laugh, well they were laughing, But now he knew. That 
was the end of the clown. And you should have seen the 
bookings coming. Man, his agent was on the phone for 24 
hours, The Palladium, MCA, William Morris. But it was 
too late... 
He really knew now. 
He really knew. 
He really knew now. 
William Morris sent regrets...