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Happy Clowns
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Techno Electic Euro Pop Rock family band. Experimental,slick,thought-provoking...just damned good modern music by musicians willing to take a chance.
We are The Detectives. All of our songs are original. All of the instruments are played by us. We produce our own music in our own studio in Honolulu, Hawaii. We're a family band: Laurel (Mom): Keyboards, Guitars and Vocals Byron (Dad): Keyboards, Guitars and Vocals London (Son): Keyboards and Vocals Kelly (Daughter): Guitars and Vocals If you hear a song you like and you want to perform, reproduce or record it, contact us and we will be happy to discuss this with you. But, please do not remix any of our songs without our permission, as they are copyrighted by the United States Copyright Office. Thank you. If you wish to include one or more of our songs in a compilation CD for sale or distribution, you may contact us at any of the following email addresses: lopendack@yahoo.com the_detectives_usa@yahoo.com. bopendack@boh.com **COPYRIGHT 2005/2006/2007 by The Detectives. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. NO UNAUTHORIZED DUPLICATES MAY BE REPRODUCED OR UTILZED IN ANY FORM OR BY ANY MEANS WITHOUT THE WRITTEN AGREEMENT OF The Detectives.
Song Info
Genre
Country Country-Pop
Charts
#6,181 today Peak #88
#1,139 in subgenre Peak #15
Author
The Detectives ~ Laurel Opendack
Rights
2007
Uploaded
June 28, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB 128 kbps 4:36
Lyrics
HAPPY CLOWNS WORDS AND MUSIC BY: LAUREL OPENDACK Diddle-diddle, Dumpkin, My son, John. He went to join the circus And become a clown. One shoe off and one shoe on. He made the children laugh Each time he fell down. CHORUS Happy clowns don’t cry. Happy clowns don’t frown. Happy clowns just laugh As they jump up and down. From town to town they go; Each night a new show. Happy clowns, happy clowns, Happy clowns, oh no. Nobody took Johnny seriously; They laughed at his hopes, And made fun of his dreams. So, when the circus came to town He auditioned that day. They accepted him and in the night He ran away because . . . (CHORUS) When the show is over The crowd goes home. Some leave together And some leave alone. Johnny lingers on to watch The last one leave. As the tears roll down He wipes is eyes with his sleeve, Because . . . (CHORUS) Diddle-diddle, Dumpling, My son, John. My son, John.
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