Oh, hello Mr Soul, I dropped by to

pick up a reason

For the thought that I caught that my head

is the event of the season

Why in crowds just a trace of my face

could seem so pleasin'

I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger

is putting the tease on.



I was down on a frown when the messenger

brought me a letter

I was raised by the praise of a fan

who said I upset her

Any girl in the world could have easily

known me better

She said, "You're strange, but

don't change," and I let her



In a while will the smile on my face

turn to plaster?

Stick around while the clown who is sick

does the trick of disaster

For the race of my head and my face

is moving much faster

Is is strange I should change?

I don't know, why don't you ask her