When you treat me like a novelty, when you treat me like a clownnI'm icing with no cake, if only I could baken'Cos with a little bit of artistry, mesmerizing and profoundnWell then they'd make a fuss when I'm hit by a busnnAnd the bus that has my name on it is lurking around the bendnAnd reach its destination in the endnBut to fret about future past regrets you need milk that won't spillnSo it won't catch me standing stillnnWhen you treat me like a novelty, when you treat me like a clownnAt least I make you smile, and that must be worthwhilenWay too late to be a prodigy, internationally renownednThe key to every door, I'd make my mark for sure, on the...nnQuarter of an hour poorly spentnDebating what Andy Warhol meantnKnowing life can discard usnRegardless of our good intentnnWhen you treat me like a novelty, when you treat me like a clownnPoor Sir Arthur knew it's all they'd ever donSo when I warrant only sympathy, when I fail to astoundnYour well meaning phrase damns me with faint praise