He's got a funny red nose.
Old baggy pants.
When he staggers down the street it's a funny little dance.
Children gather 'round as he falls down.
Everybody laughs at Wino the Clown.
They just know the reason why.
But when she died, he died inside.
He lost all his will to live and he had no use for pride.
Not even all his children's love can bring him back again.
He just crawled into a bottle, now he's waiting for the end.
They laugh when he comes down the street.
Stumbles all alone.
As they wave he smiles and holds his arm just as if someone's holding on.
They all think he's lost his mind talking to thin air.
But only me and my daddy knows that Mama's walking there
But i never laugh when my daddy falls down.
I'll always love Wino The Clown.