Sweeping the floors
Open up the doors
Turn on the lights
Gettin ready for tonight
Nobody's romancing
'Cause it's too early for dancing
But here comes the music
Bright lights flashing
To cover up your lack of
Soul many people so many problems
So many reasons to buy another round
Drink it down
Just another night on the town
With the big man Money man
Better than the other man
He got the plan with the million dollars
Give a damn but
When nobody understands
He'll become a smaller man
The bright lights keep flashing
With the clowns, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pick me up when I'm down yeah, yeah
Rodeo Clowns, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pick me up when I'm down
The disco ball spinning
All the music and the women
All the shots of tequila
Man they'll say that they need ya
But what they really need
Is just a little room to breathe
Teeny bopping dicso queen
She barely understands her dreams
Of belly button rings
And other kinds of things
Symbolic of change
But the thing that is strange
Is that changes occured
And now she's just part of the herd yeah, yeah, yeah
Man I thought that you heard yeah, yeah
The changes occured yeah, yeah, yeah
She's just a part of the herd yeah,yeah
Lights out shut down
Late night wet ground
You walk by look at him
But he can't look at you
you might feel pity
But he only feels the ground because
You understand moods
But he only knows let down
By the corner there's another one
Reaching out a hand
Coming from a broken man
Well you try to live
But he's done trying
Not dead but definitely dying
With the rest of the clowns yeah, yeah, yeah
Pick me up when I'm down yeah, yeah
Rodeo Clowns yeah, yeah, yeah
Pick me up when I'm down
Sweeping the floors
Open up the doors
Turn on the lights
Gettin ready for tonight
Nobody's romancing
'Cause it's too early for dancing
But here comes the music
written by Jack Johnson for G. Love and Special Sauce, recorded on 'Philadelphonic'
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