Alsof er nog niet genoeg hysterie rondwaart hebben we nu weer de verhalen over enge clowns die overal opduiken. Doet mij denken aan verhalen over – was het Oude Pekela? Weet u wat er eng is aan dit filmpje? De gezichten van de kinderen die het leuk moeten vinden. Verder is het compleet playback van Manfred Mann, de fluit zal dan wel uit het orgel komen…
1967
Has the king lost his crown,
Is the knight being tight on romance?
Ha ha said the clown,
Is it bringing you down,
That you’ve lost your chance.
Feeling low, gotta go,
See a show in town.
Hear the jokes, have a smoke,
And a laugh at the clown.
In a whirl, see a girl,
With a smile in her eyes.
Never thought I’d be brought,
Right down by her lies.
In a trance, watch her dance,
To the beat of the drums.
Faster now, sweating brow,
I’m all the fingers and thumbs.
Wonder why I hit the sky,
When she blows me a kiss.
In a while run a mile,
I’m regretting all this.
Time to go, close the show,
Wave the people good-bye.
Grab my coat, grab my hat,
Look that girl in the eye.
Where’s your home?
What’s your phone number?
Stop fooling round.
Could have died. She replied:
“I’m the wife of the clown”
The Yardbirds, bedoeld voor de VS-markt, die de Manfreds met hun Mid-Atlantic-accent nou juist niet bereikten met dit nummer.
