(Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!)

And all the little sleeping men
Are restless in their sleep
All troubled by the dreams of what could be
And even in those dreams
A thousand petty schemes are slicing up their dignity
Those clowns who dance before their eyes
Are carefully disguised as people
Who are just like you and me

Yet no other men on Earth
Are allowed to do their worst
Then wipe their dirty hands on us

So send, send, send
Send out the clowns
We've been watching too long
We need something to focus on

So, please, please, please
Send out the clowns
We need someone to help us see
Something to help us breathe
Something to help us breathe
Something to help us breathe