You better face it, boy
You're getting old to be a clown
You're running short of joy
There isn't anyone in town
Who hasn't heard it all before
You're not so clever any more
No doubt about it, friend
The bloom is going off the rose
The movie's getting to the end
The show is folding to a close
And every Monday evening brings
The new boys waiting in the wings
It can't be far
The day is coming when you'll freeze
And you'll forget it all, even who you are
You'll be standing in the dazzle of the Pattern 23s
Like a rabbit in the headlights of a car
You better face it, boy
You're getting old to be a clown
You're running short of joy
And getting old to be a boy
There isn't anyone in town
Who hasn't heard it all before
You're not so clever any more
You better face it, boy
You're getting old to be a clown
You're running short of joy
And getting old to be a boy
There isn't anyone in town
Who hasn't heard it all before
Your name is peeling off the door
You're not the big draw any more
You better face it, boy

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