Coco the Clown

Coco the clown is sitting me down
To explain the facts of life
God had no plan for why things began
But if things are nice, do the things twice
That's his advice

I never did have any time for therapy at all
My Wilhelm Reich orgasmatron abandoned in the hall
All that cock and ball
Rotting through the wall

Greying at the temples now, with clay around my feet
Stiff upper lip and all that shit the British like to tweet
I lack what I lack, but I am what I am, so cut me some slack
I'll cut you some back

It seems I made a fair old fist of bungling in the mist
But I did discover other people actually exist
I'm not a solipsist, they actually exist, all bungling in the mist

Coco the clown is sitting me down
To explain the facts of life
There is no God, apparently
But if things are nice, do the things twice
That's his advice
Such good advice