Covered In Clowns

Just like your mother who's always in bed

Just like your father, covered in clowns

Just like the tailor who wears his own vest

Just like the sailor who lives on the ground

Just like that thunder you caught in the net

Just like John Landis who said we've not met

Just like that riddle where tragedy fell

Just like that windmill that vanished itself

Just like your mother who's always in bed

Just like your father who's covered in clowns