Swipping the floors, open up the doors
Here I turn on the lights, getting ready for the night
Nobody's romantic cause it's too early for dancing
But here comes the music
Bright lights flashing, the cover of the night
Got so many people, so many problems, so many reasons
To find another rhyme, look it down
Just another night on the town
With the big man, only man
Better than the other man, he got the plan
With a million dollar give or damn
When nobody in the stand, become a smaller man
The bright lights keep flashing
We won't keep on dancing with the clowns
Yeah, yeah, yeah, pick me up when I'm down
Yeah, yeah, the Rodeo clowns
Yeah, yeah, yeah, pick me up when I'm down
The disco ball's spinning, all the music and the women
And the shots of tequila, man, they say that they need you
What they really need
Is just a little room to breathe
Teeny pop and disco queens, you barely understand
The dreams, the belly button rings and other kind of things
Symbolic of change, but the thing that is strange
Is that the changes occur
And the things that are strange
Now she's just a part of the herd
Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, I thought that you heard
Yeah, yeah, yeah, changes occur
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's just a part of the herd
Lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground
You won't be looking at him, but he can look at you, yeah
You might feel pitied, but he only feels the ground
You understand moves, but he only knows let down
By the corner, there's another one
Reaching out a hand, come on, from a broken man
You try to live, but he's done trying
Not dead, but definitely dying
With the rest of the clowns, yeah, yeah
With the rest of the clowns
Sweeping the floors, opening up the doors
And turning the lights, getting ready for the night
Nobody's from New York, nobody's from New York
Mexico's just too early for dancing
But here comes the music