Well in nineteen-forty one a happy father had a son
And by nineteen-forty four the father walks right out the door
And in forty five the mom and son were still alive
But who could tell in forty six if the two were to survive
Well the years were passing quickly, but not fast enough for him
So he closed his eyes through fifty five, then he opened them up again
Then he looked around he saw a clown and the clown seemed very gay
And he set that night to join that circus clown and run away
Well he followed every railroad track and every highway sign