The Tears of a Clown Songtext
von The Flying Pickets

Now if there′s a smile upon my face
It's only there trying to fool the public;
But when it comes down to fooling you,
Now honey that′s quite a diff'rent subject.
Don't let my glad expression
Give you the wrong impression; really I′m sad,
Oh, sadder than sad, you′re gone and I'm hurting so bad,
Like a clown I pretend to be glad.

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.
Oh yeah, baby,


Now if I appear to be carefree,
It's only to camouflage my sadness;
In order to shield my pride
I try to cover this hurt with a show of gladness.
But Don′t let my show convince you
That I've been happy since you decided to go,
I need you so, I'm hurt and I want you to know,
But for others I put on a show.

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.

Just like Pagliacci did
I try to keep my sadness hid,
Smiling in the public eye
But in my lonely room I cry
The tears of a clown.
Oh, yeah baby!

Now, if there′s a smile on my face
Don't let my glad expression
Give you a wrong impression.
Don′t let this smile I wear
Make you think that I don't care

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.