Seven Sons lyrics

Seven sons in seven years, Bake them all a cake to end careers She knows everybody’s girl You complicated clown, Frown turned upside-down But that red nose ain’t real Then you start to feel But I’ll wait on you. Commie-cub with a crooked crown Coming up a lot to come back down She knows everybody’s girl You complicated clown, Frown turned upside-down But that red nose ain’t real Then you start to feel But I’ll wait on you She’s the beggar’s choice With her father’s voice With her father’s voice With her father’s voice She's the beggar's complicated clown, Frown turned upside-down But that red nose ain’t real Then you start to feel But I’ll wait on you