Oh, pretty Simonetta I love you so

But I am just the clown you do not know

You see me as the man with the painted smile

Someone who can entertain you for just a while

Then comes the time for the circus to leave town

I replace my painted smile with a fleshly frown

I move on to the next town that lies down the way

I think of you Simonetta as the calliope does play

I can envision you doing pirouettes on the dance floor

As I do my habitual tricks that make the crowd roar

They never know the painted smile they see as they peer

Is but a facade for the grimace I have when you are not here

Laugh clown laugh I here the spectators scream as I feint

If they only knew the pain and tears that lay beneath the paint

The show is over I pack up my trunk and your memory Simonetta

The time has come for me to move on and repeat my small operetta