Leather Clown Lyrics - They - King Missile

Back in elementary school 

Fourth grade, I think it was 

I had this friend, Ethan 

During lunch hour 

We used to go to eighth street 

For pizza and jelly donuts 

Sometimes we got an orange Julius 

Instead of a donut 

Sometimes we got the donuts 

But instead of eating them 

We'd put them out on the street 

And wait for cars to drive over them 

But the most fun we ever had was 

After eating 

Sitting on a stoop 

Exchanging sexual fantasies 

Sometimes they involved 

One of our classmates 

Sometimes 

It was a movie star 

And sometimes 

It was our teacher 

Who we both suspected 

Was sexually repressed 

Sometimes I claimed 

My stories were real 

Like the story about the leather clown 

She had short, spiky black hair 

Small, but perfectly formed breasts 

And was always kitted out 

In the same outfit 

Leather skirt 

Fishnet stockings 

Floppy shoes 

A big, red nose 

A pair of leather wrist bracelets 

With spikes 

A big, red smile painted on 

And a big, shiny horn 

Which she would honk and honk during sex 

Until she had an orgasm 

Whenever the circus would come to town 

I would tell Ethan all kinds of kinky 

Clown-domination stories 

Involving the leather clown 

Like the time 

She forced me to have sex with her 

In the little car 

Or the time 

She kept spraying me 

With the seltzer bottle 

Until I obeyed her every command 

Ethan and I 

We laughed and laughed at these tall tales 

But I could tell 

Deep down 

He was wondering 

Whether the leather clown 

Was really real or not 

And I would let him wonder