I don't laugh, gawk and point
At people who fall down;
Unless they are a clown,
And we've plenty to go round.
Crusty's in the Kremlin,
He's got an act with dogs,
Freddie's in the U.N.,
Freeloading from his friends;
Bozo's in a big white house,
And I'm bent with tears laughin'.
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