Oh hello Mr. Soul I droped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I'd caught that my head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace of my face should 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 a messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
In a while well the smile on my face turned to plaster
Stick around while the clown who was sick does the trick of disaster
Is it strange I should change? I don't know
Is it strange I should change? I don't know
