Oh

hel-

lo

Mis-

ter

Soul

I

dropped

by

to

pick

up

a

rea-

son

For

the

thought

that

I

caught

That

my

head

is

the

e-

vent

of

the

sea-

son

Why

in

crowds

just

a

trace

Of

my

face

could

seem

so

plea-

sing?

I'll

cop

out

to

the

change

But

a

stran-

ger

is

put-

ting

the

tease

on

I

was

down

on

a

frown

When

the

mes-

sen-

ger

brought

me

a

let-

ter

I

was

raised

by

the

praise

of

a

fan

Who

said

I

up-

set

her

A-

ny

girl

in

the

world

could

have

ea-

si-

ly

known

me

bet-

ter

She

said,

"You're

strange,

but

don't

change"

And

I

let

her

In

a

while

will

the

smile

on

my

face

turn

to

plas-

ter?

Stick

a-

round

while

the

clown

who

is

sick

Does

the

trick

of

di-

sas-

ter

For

the

race

of

my

head

and

my

face

Is

mov-

ing

much

fast-

er

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

Is

it

strange

I

should

change?

I

don't

know