Sure, I could of done it different... put my clown in a closet and dressed up in straight clothing. I could of compromised my essence, and swallowed my soul.

Sure, I could of done it different... put my clown in a closet and dressed up in straight clothing. I could of compromised my essence, and swallowed my soul.

A clown I knew who was retiring from Ringling Brothers gave me his giant shoes, and somebody else made me a clown suit.

The 90's are the 60's standing on their head.

Good morning! What we have in mind is breakfast in bed for four hundred thousand.

What a rush it was to plunge into the bin of official decision and cast a ballot in favor of FUN.

Anywhere I hang my heart is home... it's just the closet that keeps moving.