Now if there’s a smile on my face,
It’s only there tryin’ to fool the public,
But when it comes down to foolin’ you;
Now honey, that’s quite a different subject.
But don’t let my glad expression
Give you the wrong impression.
Really I’m sad.
I’m sadder than sad.
You’re gone and I’m hurtin’ so bad.
Like a clown I pretend to be glad.
(chorus)
Now there’s some sad things known to man,
But ain’t too much sadder than
The tears of a clown
When there’s no one around.
Now if I appear to be carefree,
It’s only to camouflage my sadness.
In order to keep my pride I try
To cover the hurt with a show of gladness.
But don’t let my show convince you
That I’ve been happy since you
Decided to go.
Oh, I need you so.
I’m hurt and I want you to know.
(chorus)
Just like Pagliacci did,
I try to keep my sadness hid.
(aaargh! I can’t remember! It’ll come to me and I’ll send it along.)
But in my lonely room I cry
The tears of a clown
When there’s no one around.