Standard (EADGBE)

 Oh, hello, Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason

 For the thought that I caught that my head is the event of the season

 Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasing

 I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger is putting the tease on

 I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter

 I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her

 Any girl in the world could have easily known me better

 She said you're strange, but don't change, and I let her

Solo

 In a while, will the smile on my face turn to plaster?

 Stick around while the clown who is 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? 4x