Delicately imagined, personally perceived...a portrayal that exists with a life of its own through the means of music. This is simply...not your average circus...
Hold her tight before your baby cries
How could you have let her down so low
Said hold her tight, give her the love she so desperately needs
And so do I
Don’t be sad Mr. Clown
The circus will come back around
Twice before noon ya sweep your eyes across the early morning dew
So many more countless miles to tread to wander
On your poor, poor weary feet
Yah, yah ya ya ya yah, oh yah
Da, da da
Da, da da
Here before a clearing they suddenly arise
Banners streaming forth bearing the marks of your disguise
Give it time no wonder why you’re so down
Don’t be sad Mr. Clown
The circus has come back to town
Che che ah, che che oh, che che ah, che che oh, yah
Wipe that silly smile off your face
It’s time to find a grin that’s appropriate ta stimulate
Tear off those raggedy clothes
It’s time ta find a new and different pose
It’s only your disguise and you wonder why
You wonder why she, she forgets your name
She forgets your name, why she, she forgets
She forgets your name, she forgets your name
She forgets, why she forgets your name
She, she forgets, she forgets your name
Don’t be sad Mr. Clown
Your always on the run
Don’t be sad, no don’t be sad, no don’t be sad, no don’t be sad
No don’t be sad, no don’t be sad, no don’t be sad, no don’t be sad
No don’t be sad, no don’t be sad, no don’t be sad, don’t be sad, don’t be sad Mr.Clown