The clown

See the clown with the pale white face
On his lips is red paint
See the clown with the pale white face
His lips are painted red

He's a clown

Green curls, red nose, big shoes
A mute smile marks his look
His great days gone by
Worn down jokes, nobody smiles

He's a clown
He's a clown
He's an old clown
He's a clown

See the clown at his sad sad play
On his lips is a dry paint
See the clown with tears in his eyes
For him the spotlights died

He was a clown
He was a clown
He was a clown
The curtain's closed
He was a clown
He was a clown