Well, hello Mr. Soul   I dropped by to pick up a reason   For the thought that I caught that my head   Was the event of the season      Why in crowds   Just a trace of my face   Could seem so pleasin'   I'll cop out to the change   But a stranger is putting the tease on      I was down on the ground   When the messenger wrote me a letter   I was grieved by the prise of a fan   That said I upset her      Any girl in the world   Could have easily known me much better   She said: "you're strange   But, don't change!" and I let her      In a while when the smile   On my face turned to plaster   Stick around while the clown who gets sick   Does the trick of disaster   For the race of my head and my face   Is moving 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?   Why don't you ask her?