Now, if there’s a smile up (G)on my face

(G)it’s on ly there try ing to (G)fool the pub lic; (G)but when it comes down to (G)fool ing you,

(G)now hon ey that’s quite a (G)diff ’rent sub ject.

Don’t (D)let my (G)glad ex pres sion

give you the (G)wrong im pres sion; (G)real ly I’m sad,

oh, (G)sad der than sad,

you’re gone and I’m hurt ing so bad,

like a clown, I pre tend to be (D)glad.

Now, there’s some (A)sad things known to man

but ain’t (Bm)too much sad der than the tears of a (D)clown,

when there’s no one a (G)round.

Just (G)like Pag li (C)ac ci did.

I try to (G)keep my (C)sad ness hid,

(D)smil ing in the (G)pub lic eye,

but in my (D)lone ly (G)room I cry the tears of a (D)clown.