You prance around like you're the king of the city Always getting down with the nitty gritty You smoke a bone, but you don't inhale Always bragging about the time you spent a night in jail I can always tell a clown and I call your bluff Always show your tail when the tough gets rough You give up, you break down, 'cause your mama's boy Everyone around they can tell you're a faker Think the Ramones is a t-shirt maker You get down, but you don't get high So run on home to your ma and cry I can always tell a clown, even in disguise When it comes to being dumb you really take the price All I hear you do is brag and scream and shout Still you don't have clue what it's all about