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Tarik Nia
the funky poet

Tangerine Clown
There's a crazy place In the funky part of town Where they dance in the circle Of the Tangerine Clown They sing and dance Til their rhythm brings a trance Merrily they prance Around the tangerine clown They whirl and twirl Honey boys and candy girls In their world within the curl Around the tangerine clown Fa la la, so la de da Dance in the circle of the Tangerine Clown Fa la la, so la de da Dance in the circle of the Tangerine Clown He's the sage on stage At the circle in the square And grooving to his rhythm Is their only care He rules their minds To truth they stay blind Keeping time to the rhyme Around the Tangerine Clown But his painted smile's But a frown seen upside down In the round between the boundaries Of the Tangerine Clown Fa la la, so la de da Dance in the circle of the Tangerine Clown Fa la la, so la de da Dance in the circle of the Tangerine Clown In the center ring He grows strong as they sing So long as they swing To and fro for their king Joker of the round Bright red rubies in his crown One by one they all fall down Around the tangerine clown As he feeds on their song While they slave to his drum One by one his dances die Why two by two do new ones come? Fa la la, so la de da Dance in the circle of the Tangerine Clown Fa la la, so la de da Dance in the circle of the Tangerine Clown