P.T. Barnum said it so long ago
There's one born every minute don't you know
Some make us laugh some make us cry
These klowns only gonna make you die

Everybody's running when the circus comes into their town
Everybody's gunning for the likes of the killer klowns
From outer space
Killer klowns
From outer space
Chuckle!

The ringmaster shouts Let the show begin
Send in the klowns then let them do you in
See a rubber nose on a painted face
Bringing genocide to the human race

It's time to take a ride on the nightmare merry-go-round
You'll be dead on arrival from the likes of the killer klowns
From outer space
Killer klowns
From outer space

There's cotton candy in their hands
Says a polka-dotted man with a stalk of jacaranda
They're all diabolical bozos
Chuckle!

Oh look around, what do you see
Tell me what's become of humanity
From California shores to New York Times Square
Barnum and Bailey everywhere

If you've ever wondered why the population's going down
Blame it on the plunder from the likes of the killer klowns
From outer space
Killer klowns
From outer space
Killer klowns
Killer klowns

—Lyrics By Leonard Graves Phillips—