Swipping the floors, open up the doorsHere I turn on the lights, getting ready for the nightNobody's romantic cause it's too early for dancingBut here comes the musicBright lights flashing, the cover of the nightGot so many people, so many problems, so many reasonsTo find another rhyme, look it downJust another night on the townWith the big man, only manBetter than the other man, he got the planWith a million dollar give or damnWhen nobody in the stand, become a smaller manThe bright lights keep flashingWe won't keep on dancing with the clownsYeah, yeah, yeah, pick me up when I'm downYeah, yeah, the Rodeo clownsYeah, yeah, yeah, pick me up when I'm downThe disco ball's spinning, all the music and the womenAnd the shots of tequila, man, they say that they need youWhat they really needIs just a little room to breatheTeeny pop and disco queens, you barely understandThe dreams, the belly button rings and other kind of thingsSymbolic of change, but the thing that is strangeIs that the changes occurAnd the things that are strangeNow she's just a part of the herdYeah, yeah, yeah, man, I thought that you heardYeah, yeah, yeah, changes occurYeah, yeah, yeah, she's just a part of the herdLights out, shut down, late night, wet groundYou won't be looking at him, but he can look at you, yeahYou might feel pitied, but he only feels the groundYou understand moves, but he only knows let downBy the corner, there's another oneReaching out a hand, come on, from a broken manYou try to live, but he's done tryingNot dead, but definitely dyingWith the rest of the clowns, yeah, yeahWith the rest of the clownsSweeping the floors, opening up the doorsAnd turning the lights, getting ready for the nightNobody's from New York, nobody's from New YorkMexico's just too early for dancingBut here comes the music