Lyrics Shame on Me - The Residents

I'm afraid I'm getting too involved with him
It's a shame, you know it's a shame
Here I am looking down
Stuck inside a frozen frown
When I could have been a clown

It's a shame, you know it's a shame

I'm all alone in a lonely crowd
Me and my dick just hanging out
When I could have been a clown

It's a shame, it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a shame
It's a shame, you know it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a shame

So now you know my little secret
I think I could have done it
I really, I really think I could have
But, but I wouldn't have been one of those happy clowns
I hate happy clowns
I'd be a sad clown
A droopy clown
A clown with class

Okay, okay, I know, I blew it
I'll never make it as a clown
But hey, I can still give you a little treat
I'm gonna tell you my clown name
Okay, are you ready? Are you ready?

Ta-ta! Presenting the great Tweetles!
Huh? Cool, huh? Huh?

You see, you see, when I was a kid, my
Brother and me, we called them our Tweetles
Our dicks, that is
We called them our Tweetles
So, the great Tweetles!

Okay, now, here is a little sample of Tweetles' act
Alright, so, all eyes are on the center ring
He stands alone in a spotlight
And he sings

Funnier than legless leopards singing "Born to Lose"
Funnier than Jesus crucified in high heel shoes
Funnier than Adolf Hitler buttfucked my baboons
Funnier than obese babies popping like balloons
Funnier than masturbating midgets

Funnier than the Pope's penis being barbecued

Is the goofy sense of humor that you'll never lose

Even though your drunken daddy loved you like a bruise

On your, on your, on your big toe

And, and, and on your, on your earlobe
Earlobe, is your earlobe funny?
Oh, oh, hey, your spleen, your spleen
Your spleen and your gizzard

And your butt, yeah, yeah, your butt
And bruise, lots of bruises on your butt
And, and bruises on your nose
And on your forehead
And your knee
And your pinky finger
Yeah, yeah, yeah, your pinky finger

Bruises on your pinky finger, huh?

Yeah, huh? Yeah

He said he wished his kisses could
Erase the traces of childhood
Elevating his manhood
Hour after hour
But he realized too late
That the finger of his fate
Led him to a life that's wasted
Hour after hour
Hour after hour

Hour after hour
Hour after hour

Hour after hour

Life is just an open door
And nothing seems to matter more
Than someone worth waiting for
Hour after hour
Hour after hour
Hour after hour

Casanova's frowning
When no one is around him
The clown at Casanova is crying