Hank Thompson
Hank Thompson
Hank Thompson
Hank Thompson
Hank Thompson
Hank Thompson
Hank Thompson
Hank Thompson
Hank Thompson
Hank Thompson
Hank Thompson
Hank Thompson
[Verse 1]
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
[Refrain]
Where is the circus here comes the clown
[Verse 2]
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
[Refrain]
Where is the circus here comes the clown
[Verse 3]
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
[Refrain]
Where is the circus here comes the clown
[Verse 4]
I'm the center of attraction 'neath the bigtop I'm a star
A simple dude who can't recoup from a love that's gone too far
I know my heart will break the day you bring the curtain down
[Refrain]
Where is the circus here comes the clown
[Verse 2]
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
[Refrain]
Where is the circus here comes the clown
Where is the circus here comes the clown
Where Is The Circus (Here Comes The Clown) was written by Hank Thompson.
Where Is The Circus (Here Comes The Clown) was produced by Joe Allison.