Hey the living mask
Is around to amuse your mind
He takes short delights
And special rights
Mirror of the times,
He looks well tonight
No one’s below himself
A puppet show
The happy clown
Hey the retrò mask
He acts upon his needs
He will take the best
As a normal thing
Never shown his soul
He believes in peace
No one’s below himself
No-where, now-here
Got more friends than we have
Hey the living mask
Appears and disappears
When it suits him well
Within no fears
Oh my little boy
If he’s about to make that noise
Don’t let him play
His foolish game
Again’n’again