Well, hello, Mr. Soul
I dropped by, to pick up a reason
For a thought that I caught
That my head was the event of the season

I am proud just a trace of my face
Could seem so pleasin'
I'll cop out to the change
But a stranger is puttin' the tease on

I was down on a frown
When the messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise
Of a fan who said I upset her

Any girl in the world
Could have easily known me better
She said, "You're strange
But don't change", and I let her

In a while with a smile
Oh, my face had turned to plastic
Stick around while the clown
Who is sick, does a trick of disaster
[?] my head and my face
Is movin' much faster
Is it strange I should change?
I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Is it strange I should change?
I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Is it strange I should change?
I don't know, why don't you ask her?
Is it strange I should change?
I don't know, why don't you ask her?