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He didn't mind other people laughing at him,
made it that much easier to poke fun at them
Talk about how they look,
imitate how they talk
Zing the nerds carrying their school books,
tease the girls about their Lolita walk
He was the class clown,
no doubt about it ... hands down
Always had a smile on his face,
but inside, his heart wore a frown
Going home after school
was the saddest thing to do
His father's drinking
drove his mother to commit suicide
when he was only a youth
Today, he might get the crap beat out of him
just because ...
Tonight, his dad might be in a drunken stupor
from a six-can buzz
It was always easy to deal with
when he would hide in the laughter
Watch the funny shows on the telly,
gut busting his half-empty belly
He cried when he heard Jim Belushi died,
he laughed when he saw John Candy's sad eyes
In the mornings, he would run gleefully off to school
Ready to hurl funny insults at me and you,
because that's what a class clown is supposed to do
I heard he went out west when he graduated,
and met a woman who he fell in love with
She had reminded him of his mom so much,
he could always make her laugh with his rich, baritone voice
Sadly, the funny man got famous ...
at least for fifteen minutes or so
New reports claimed it was a murder suicide,
two people had died
The crime scene investigators said
his woman had stopped taking her meds
His funny ways had lifted her from the depths of depression,
she felt she didn't need those pills anymore
But hidden in her mind was a split personality;
the other her didn't like laughter, she was humor-free
Her sinister side said kill the clown,
stop those funny man sounds 
Plunge the knife deep, deep down
Then ask him, while he's dying,
who's laughing now
Time for her to go and meet your mom
Class clown
Funniest person I ever knew,
finally found laughter in his heart
But died with a frown
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