Get out of bed and stand on the floor Its cold Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I stub my toe Taking a piss, I get a chill I brush my teeth and shave my head I am the one they call b**bie the clown Driving to school, my windows are down My car, it has four doors Mine it opens from the outside Its green with lines of gold Some say it looks like puke But I like it anyway I am the one they call b**bie the clown Walking down the hall, I hear my shoe It clicks, theres a tack in it I see her staring at me, I call her my girlfriend She says "In your dreams" I think she likes me, she likes me I am the one they call b**bie the clown