Pride Of The Parade

He rode a bicycle made for girls
Wearing a dress made of pink yarn and pearls
Quite a defiant bike for such a giant like he was

In any way he had looked like a queer
But then again, it was never quite clear
He always left some doubt
When people talked aloud
Whether he knew what all this talk was about

They called him: "Pride Of The Parade"
He was a sight that could persuade
People around that he was definitely the town clown

When you say: "Don't judge a book by its cover!"
Think of yourself just as well as the other
Some might have shook their head
Called him a crook or mad
But everyone looked amused and said:

He is the "Pride Of The Parade"
He is a sight that could persuade
People around that he was definitely the town clown

"Pride Of The Parade"
They thought this sight could never fade away
Not until he died some day
They found out it was right to say
That he was the missing pride of their home town
But definitely not its clown

Music & Lyrics: Erk Wiemer

 


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