Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am.
There are things I could say. But I don't.
I believe in you, even though I be outnumbered.
It's very tiring having other people tell you how much they dig you if you yourself don't dig you.
I stopped smoking. When I stopped smoking, my voice changed... so drastically, I couldn't believe it myself.
Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.