White house on the prairie
That’s me on the inside
That’s me with my back against the door
That’s me you see squatting on the floor
I think my feet have gotten too long
They’re throwing crazy shadows on the living room floor.
Well the jokerman he don’t come around here no more.
That four poster bed belongs to me
I sleep there all alone
I drew a scowling face on every poster
So I wouldn’t feel alone.
Sometimes in the nighttime I just
I leave my bed and I lie on the floor.
Well the jokerman he don’t come around here no more.
Sometimes I sit by the window
But I keep the shutters closed
I just stare at the kitchen table
and I frown at some crumbs they must be old
Cause I ain’t got me no money no more
Its been days since I been to the grocery store.
Well the jokerman he don’t come around here no more.
I sit on the living room sofa
and tug at the neck of my blouse
The ceiling fan is whirling overhead
But I’m just so hot inside my blouse
I wish I had me some hobbies to play with
But games can’t entertain me no more
Well the jokerman he don’t come around here no more.
I removed the numbers from my house
I shut the mailbox with glue
I gave my telephone to charity
But orphans don’t tug at my heartstrings no more
I don’t care about no refugees
I don’t give a fuck about the poor
I don’t care about other countries
I don’t care about no war
When jokerman lived here we used to spend all day
Just bouncing around on the floor.
When he ran out to buy some beer I’d just
I’d laugh until he came back through the door.
But the jokerman he don’t come around here no more.
Ain’t no reason for me to cry
I ain’t got no friends to be crying for
I just keep one hand on my chest
And I keep my eyes on the floor
I shuffle my feet alot
But there ain’t no one to be shuffling for.
Yeah the jokerman he don’t come around here no more.