You've really made a fool of me I'm laughing at myself You like to think that you're Snow White and I am just your elf No wonder people laugh at me and say when I come round Where is the circus here comes the clown I really ought to dress myself in polka dots and lace And try to hide what's left of pride behind a painted face Then lead the brass band down the street and shout it to the town Where is the circus here comes the clown You're like an organ grinder I'm your monkey on a string You toss me little bits of love and I do everything I'm walking on a tight rope and I'm sure to tumble down Where is the circus here comes the clown I'm the center of attraction neath the bigtop I'm a star A simple dude who can't recoop from a love that's gone too far I know my heart will break the day you bring the curtain down Where is the circus here comes the clown I really ought to dress myself in polka dots and lace... Where is the circus here comes the clown