Intro
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[Verse 1]
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His uniform was baggy - he had gigantic feet
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His hat was always cock-eyed & he had but a few teeth
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And a schnozz as big as Baltimore - and a heart as big as Devon
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Max Patkin made the children laugh - and for that he’s gone to Heaven
[Verse 2]
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Max Patkin, he was Vaudeville - last of the old time clowns
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Funniest looking fellow - that ever went from town to town
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With the kind of face that he himself said - only a mother could love
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With his loosey-goosey limbs - and his floppy leather glove
[Verse 3]
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Max Patkin worked 3 innings - they let him coach first base
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He’d call a meeting with the batter - and then kiss him on the face
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Then he’d do his chicken walk - and then his geyser bit
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Where he’d take a sip of soda - tilt his head back and spit
[Verse 4]
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Max would leave ‘em howling - then be slumped upon his stool
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With his back against a locker - filling the whirlpool
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Dirtied up and sweaty - down to his stockinged feet
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He’d give the clubhouse boy 5 dollars - to scrape the mud off of his cleats
[Verse 5]
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The Clown Prince of Baseball - did 5,000 gigs
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For 50 years he shared the bill - with circus dogs & talking pigs
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And by the 9th inning - he’d be back at his motel
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With an early morning wake-up call - and the next night he’d be someplace else
[Verse 6]
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The towels in every motel room - they all smell like chlorine
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From the Rookie Leagues to Triple A# - and all points in between
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And all those hotshot prospects - who ever were Big League bound
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He saw ‘em on the way up - and some on the way back down
[Verse 7]
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Oh, to be a clown these days - you’ve got to have thick skin
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A# flask in your back pocket - or a bottle of aspirin
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The drunks sometimes’ll getcha - or the team that did not win
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It’s tough to be a clown these days - you’ve got to have thick skin
[Verse 8]
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Max Patkin loved the children - and the children, they loved him
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His body would fall apart sometimes - but he’d patch it up for them
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He never, ever, not even one time - sold an autograph
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A# funny man, Max Patkin - he made people laugh
[Verse 9]
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The times changed on Max Patkin - along came Rock & Roll
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They blare it from the speakers now - if ever there’s a lull
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And some guy in a chicken suit - is circling the bases
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With a corporate logo on his back - and in 1 or 2 other places
[Verse 10]
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If there’s a St. Peter - sitting at the gate
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He probably saw Max play sometime - and wiped clean Max’s slate
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That corny old routine - dated back to 1947
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Max Patkin made the children laugh - and for that he’s gone to Heaven
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Max Patkin made the children laugh - and for that he’s gone to Heaven
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Max Patkin made the children laugh - and for that he’s gone to Heaven
- 1. Chord Gitar Chuck Brodsky - Gone To Heaven Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar B)
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- 3. Author Lagu Andra Ramadhan