I’d like to be in the circus that comes into our town,
The thing I’d like to be is Mo Mo the clown,
Wearing great big floppy pants bright top and ping pong nose,
I’d have to put on big shoes I suppose.

Then once out in the circus ring,
I star to mess around,
Everyone starts giggling you’ve made it you’re a star,
Then I see the children’s faces they love me from afar.

To them I’m just a funny man,
Who wants to keep them happy,
They scream and shout oh look at that,
He’s funny, ain’t he daddy.

But at the back of every clown,
You’ll always find a worried frown,
There’s loneliness and heartache no family anymore,
All I’ve got are memories in pictures on the door.

Then when I cry, I cry alone no funny clown is there,
But not for long to sit and brood,
Not much time to spare,
Back to dressing up again and making people laugh.

My audience would be my family,
Aunts, uncles and grandkids,
I see a dear old grandma,
With heavy lid eyes.

That’s my dream, what’s in my head,
I think of that when I’m in bed,
So when I’m out and down the street,
A smile I bring to whom I meet.

An audience already made,
Like having dinner on a plate,
Some left until tomorrow,
Then carry on make joy out of sorrow.