People’s Imperial Army of Clowns

Oh, scruffy ruffians and rabble: rouse!
All you round pegs the square disavows
Oh ye of arched and angled brows
With a little more wit than the law allows

Grab your props and take to the streets
With colored hair and floppy feet
We’re bringing the meta to meet the meat
As we march along to inaudible beats

So all you weirdos, freaks and geeks
Outlaws sick of playing hide and seek
Tired of biting tongues and turning cheeks
It’s time for the un-greased wheels to squeak

In The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
Exactly as silly as it sounds
The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
In for a penny and down for a pound
For the revolution goes round and around
Oh fools come and claim your crowns
Flip those bored room tables upside down
There are no orders, Chaos abounds
In the People’s Imperial Army of Clowns

We’re saving the endangered rubber chicken
And goin’ straight for the funny bone
Exposing the Man behind the curtain
Until the threadbare Emperor’s overthrown

We’re infiltrating Caesar’s Circuses
Hecklers in the ranks of trained seals
Shining a spotlight on Ringmaster walruses
Delivering their kings and cabbages spiel

We’re armed with loaded questions
Bayonets tipped with barbed rapier wit
We’re aiming explosive satirical canons
At the castles of royal hypocrites

In The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
Exactly as silly as it sounds
The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
In for a penny and down for a pound
For the revolution goes round and around
Oh fools come and claim your crowns
Flip those bored room tables upside down
There are no orders, Chaos abounds
In the People’s Imperial Army of Clowns

Calling all free agents of aberration
Misfits and left-outs in each state of creation
If you must pratfall, fall in formation
And get your fifteen minutes in the joke rotation

Yes, it’s a classic Marxist insurrection
Mainly Groucho but Chico and Harpo, too
So revolt under your own mad direction
Like General Diogenes would want you to do

The nose, knows, and wisdom is knowing
To keep some fluffy red noses at hand
In case your face is somehow still showing
When that punchline eventually lands

In The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
Exactly as silly as it sounds
The People’s Imperial Army of Clowns
In for a penny and down for a pound
For the revolution goes round and around
Oh fools come and claim your crowns
Flip those bored room tables upside down
There are no orders, Chaos abounds
In the People’s Imperial Army of Clowns