vagabonds clowns

The Mostar Diving Club

Sleeping in your backyard
I m the comeback kid you hired
And I will play for you this rare old jukebox tune
That I knew well

And it goes as follows
And it s all so special

Look what the day brought round
Drunkards, vagabonds, and clowns

He gave his all, there s nothing left
King of Sound would get some rest
And now there s room for happiness here
And he laughs beneath his crooked crown
Wears it well on his furrowed brow
And he won t ask for nothing now

That s what the people say

And he laughs beneath his crooked crown
Wears it well on his furrowed brow
And he won t ask for nothing now
Saw the lines upon his face
The journey of his life was traced
And he won t come back to this place

That s what the people say

Saw the lines upon his face
The journey of his life was traced
And he won t come back to this place