To you, the name Bozo suggests a clownBut to me, you're my little boy not aroundYou're a thousand miles away and I don't see you much these daysTo you, a clown, to me, my little boyHow you got that name, I don't really knowBut it staysWith you, I know it will never goAs the years rush by real fastI know someday you'll askWhy to you, a clown, to me, my little boySometimes AmericaIs brokenWhen love is goneBut the heartachesAnd those feelingsWhy they linger onMy memoriesAre so very strongOf your laughterLast and longBozo, to you means clownTo me, it's my little boyTo you, the name Bozo suggests a clownBut to me, you're my little boy not aroundYou're a thousand miles awayI don't see you much these daysTo you, a clown, to me, my little boyYes, to you, a clown, to me, my little boyOh, oh, oh.