I paint my face or wear a mask
for I'll be anyone you ask
as I wander on my way.
A skillful tumbler bounding high,
a pitiful mope who'll make you cry
my actor's part I play.
And what care you if I am sad,
or if ill fortune I have had
'tis just a clown, you say.
Aye, just a droll who plays a part
who travels in a painted cart
from dawn to dusk each day.
An actor can be young or old
figure of fun or hero bold
from tears to laughter without pause
I strut the stage to your applause
then I look in my mirror and say,
"Hey, what fool shall I play today?"