A Thousand Clowns along my way
I've not a thing to do today
But smile, as Pauly Si would say
And send my love in seismic waves
I misconstrue and misbehave
Then fix mistakes and operate
Let's meet inside the park to play
To walk the dogs and roll in hay
Eat finger foods and fornicate
(Or maybe back at home, okay)
We'll kick it, picnic, play reggae
With me, you've got the month of May
