It's a hundred degrees, you're wearing long underwear,
You're soaking wet wearing a skin cap with rainbow hair,
On your forehead there's a swollen softball bruise,
Knocking 'em back at the tavern in your floppy orange shoes,
Provoking the locals, every fight you started,
Get your ass kicked by teenagers, they were all retarded

Dunk... Tank... Clown,
I sure hate that,
Dunk... Tank... Clown,

That's right, just keep calling me chief and waving your tattoos back and forth,
And I swear that bullseye is gonna move north,
They never let me outta the bullpen back at City High,
But I got 20 dollars worth of tickets that says you're gonna pay for that tonight,
So, hurry up junior, quit wasting my time,
Oh, can't control your son, ma'am? Well, then I'm stepping up in line,
To hit that,

Dunk... Tank... Clown...,

Every time they come around here he stinks up this place,
Just listen to the way he's talking about your mother now, he's such a disgrace,
When the season starts it's elephant ears and chilidogs,
Snow cones and beer when the weather gets hot,
Toward the end when it gets chilly it's cigarettes and cinnamon schnapps,
He'll be gone soon, it's Labor Day, you better take one last shot at that,

Dunk... Tank... Clown...
One last try for that,
Dunk... Tank... Clown...