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Super Charlie the Clown

Permalink 08/16/07 at 10:15:44 pm, by Ed, 249 words   English (US)
Categories: General

Lyrics for one of the best songs ever written, which I found on my computer while cleaning out old crap that I kept around because I used to be a digital pack rat. I haven't deleted this, of course.

Super Charlie the clown
Came to our house in Jerusalem
The day the number 18 bus was bombed.

Super Charlie's Australian by birth,
He moved to the Golan Heights recently
Because it's in the country.

Asked him if he was ready
To become a Syrian citizen
And he just laughed,
Cuz he's not very vocal with adults.

It's probably a good thing that he
Didn't talk much to the parents there,
Cuz half of them were journalists
From the bombing site.

There's nothing like a bus bomb in your town
To get you thinking 'bout
The peace process and terror
And public transportation.
Jerusalemites like to quote this Yogi Berra motto
Of life in the sacred city,
"Life is pretty safe until it's not."

We heard the bomb go off,
The five-year-old at the birthday party said,
"What was that sonic boom?"
We also thought it was a sonic boom
Because the Israeli Air Force specializes in sonic booms
And we hear them all the time, which puts us off guard.

A friend of mine was hit by a bus-bomb before,
When she was still riding the buses every day
Until the #18 exploded.
She figured she couldn't be struck twice
But spring's coming soon
And next week she's buyin' a bike.

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