A Clown In The Sky

[Intro]
[Joel]
Well, guys, looks like it's time to pack it all in again.

[Crow]
Yeah, we are the stuff dreams are made of.

[Tom]
Oh, that's beautiful, Crow! Shakespeare?

[Crow]
Uh, no. Burma Shave, actually

[Tom]
Oh, well I--huh?

[Joel]
You know, guys, it always hurts...
[Crow] *Ow!*
...to close it all up...
[Tom] * (Yeah.)*
...strike the set...
[Crow]* ( Ow! Geez!)*
...wipe off the grease paint...
[Tom] *( Yeah.)*
...uh, napkin up the blood and entrails...
[Crow] *(Ouch!)*
...and move on to another town.

[Crow]
Uh, oh. I smell a song.

[Verse 1]
[Joel]
Tell me where does all the magic go
When the curtain falls to end the show?
Do the clowns always cry
When they pack up the paper sky?

And the champagne is being poured,
And the lock is on the old stage door?
Will there still be a clown in the sky for me?

[Tom]
Oh, Joel!

[Joel]
Don't worry, buddy, there'll be other experiments.

[Tom]
You really think so, Mister?

[Joel]
Yeah. Take a verse. It'll cheer you up.

[Tom]
Okay.

[Verse 2]
When the harlequin is on the bed
And the whiskey haze surrounds his head,
William Holden's coming over and he's got a fifth or two...

[Joel]
Tom Servo, if you don't stop doing your Anthony Newley I'm gonna throw you against the wall.

[Crow]
He'll do it, too.

[Outro]
[Joel]
Will there still be a clown in the sky
[Tom] *(Help us out, Crow!)*

[All]
Still be a clown in the sky
[Tom] *(Take it home, Joel!)*

[Joel]
Tell me, where is that clown in the sky for me?
I love you, Tom Servo.

[Tom]
I love you, Joel.

[Joel]
I love you, Crow.

[Crow]
You're not my real father!

[Joel]
Whadda ya think, sirs?

[The Mads]
It stinks!