Here is your jester, the one that
For your amusement awaits at your door
And with a fake forced smile
I will get you to laugh
Because that is my job
But then when I get back home I
Take off my mask and I fall to the floor

Twenty cents and you will get a song from me
Twenty seconds with Her Majesty

Here is your Joker, the card that you play
When the best combinations are gone
Here is your clown, but the tear on my cheek
Is not painted like Pierrot’s one
Here is your minstrel that sometimes regrets
That his duty is just to write this song

Twenty cents and you will get a song from me
Twenty seconds with Her Majesty