I’m just a Rodeo Clown;
Fightin’ bulls and clowning around
With baggy pants and painted up face
It’s the bull or me to win this race.
To spare his life is my favor;
If he draws a bull that won’t spin
I try and turn him for a win.
The big-horned bulls I fight
Just to meet the crowd’s delight;
To play them close with a rib to spare
Whoosh—he missed me by a hair.
When a cowboy’s in trouble,
Got to move on the double
To turn the bull and pull a dally
Is why I’m there to make a rally.
I’m not only a Rodeo Clown
A medical-aide just being around,
I go and tend to the cowboy’s pain
‘Til he’s out of the arena and in the lane.
So at the rodeo if you see me there
You’ll know I’ll be most anywhere,
But in the costume I am sound
With heart and soul just clowning around.