Bibi’s Clowns

(To the tune of “Cathy’s Clown” by the Everly Brothers)

Don’t say they represent me anymore

Can’t stand their kissing up, that’s for sure

I’m tired of having 

This crowd around

But there they are, they’re Bibi’s clowns.

They ought to stand tall

But all they do is crawl

When we’re pulling all the weight

Why do they bow and scrape?

I’d like to can them all.

Don’t say they represent me anymore

Can’t stand their kissing up, that’s for sure

I’m tired of having 

This crowd around

But there they are, they’re Bibi’s clowns.

He says “pay up,” they come across

When it’s us who should be boss

Don’t you think it’s kind of sad

Just the way we’re being had?

I’m really at a total loss.

Don’t say they represent me anymore

Can’t stand their kissing up, that’s for sure

I’m tired of having 

This crowd around

But there they are, 

They’re Bibi’s clowns.

They’re Bibi’s clowns.

They’re Bibi’s clowns.

David Martin

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