Just 'cause you're dressed up like a rodeo clown
A succulent in the desert using spikes to keep out what the water kept in
So when the makeup grew thin, the kiss, the sun left was a burn

But I heard what you're singing is the song of the season

You're a clown and a cactus
You're a kiss and a curse
You're an offering left out so God will assure I won't ever catch my
Reflection in your eye
Oh baby, you're a jester out of work
But I heard what you're singing is the song of the season

Jester out of work