I don't have a type
(La la la la laa)
Clown girls are the only thing that I like
I don't have a type
(La la la la laa)
Clown girls are the only thing that I like
You can catch me at the circus with my Jester hat on
Clownverses on my feet holding a bucket of popcorn
Prowling for the clussy and I'm putting on a show
Kown rizz out the wazoo and it's coming out my nose
The room is all spiny and its fading to black
But I don't lose my balance cuz I got it like that
Oh no slipped and fell into a pair of tits
How obscene would you believe it was an accident
I don't have a type
(La la la la laa)
Clown girls are the only thing that I like
I don't have a type
(La la la la laa)
Clown girls are the only thing that I like
Woke up back stage slightly dazed and confused
Surrounded by the hottest honking honeys the room
I can tell that they're into me by the way they honk their horn
They're not ready for the wild and crazy acts that I perform
They're scaroused getting loud as a crowd when I come around
Making rounds with their rounds making smiles from their frowns
If they ever tried to speak of what they saw
It'll sound like Blabity Blabity Blabity Blah
I don't have a type
Clown girls are the only thing that I like
I don't have a type
(La la la la laa)
Clown girls are the only thing that I like