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When you treat me like a novelty, when you treat me like a clown
I'm icing with no cake, if only I could bake
'Cos with a little bit of artistry, mesmerizing and profound
Well then they'd make a fuss when I'm hit by a bus

And the bus that has my name on it is lurking around the bend
And reach its destination in the end
But to fret about future past regrets you need milk that won't spill
So it won't catch me standing still

When you treat me like a novelty, when you treat me like a clown
At least I make you smile, and that must be worthwhile
Way too late to be a prodigy, internationally renowned
The key to every door, I'd make my mark for sure, on the...

Quarter of an hour poorly spent
Debating what Andy Warhol meant
Knowing life can discard us
Regardless of our good intent

When you treat me like a novelty, when you treat me like a clown
Poor Sir Arthur knew it's all they'd ever do
So when I warrant only sympathy, when I fail to astound
Your well meaning phrase damns me with faint praise
©Mal Webb 2000

I'll admit this isn't the jolliest song I've ever written, but its dark clouds do have a slight sliver of silver lining. The Sir Arthur is Sir Arthur Sullivan of Gilbert and Sullivan. He had always wanted more recognition for his serious compositional work, but was only ever known as "that guy who does the cutesy operetta stuff" (to translate it into modern parlance): I can relate.