Each time I let you hurt me,
I swear that it's the last
I long to be your lover,
But you just want me for the laughs
There are those who think I'm charming,
Yeah they think I'm Mr Cool,
But with you, I'm just a clown,
A joker, and a fool

But you don't deserve my anger,
No, you're not the one to blame
I'm the silly moth
That keeps on flirting with your flame
All you do is curl our finger,
And I come running to your side,
Ignoring all the tears and pain,
Swallowing my pride

Baby, your Bozo's back again
Yeah, put a big red nose on me
Hand me down my baggy pants with the polka-dots and then
Crank up that old calliope
I know I swore I wouldn't come around,
But there's no use, so why prenetend?
Guess I was born to be your clown
Yeah, baby, your Bozo's back again

Just like a Bozo painting,
On a kiddie's punching bag,
You knock me down and I bounce right back,
Pretending it's a gag
I might as well wear grease paint,
The way I play my part,
But like Pagliacci, I'm playing
With a real, live broken heart,

And, baby, your Bozo's back again
Yeah, put a big red nose on me
Hand me down my baggy pants with the polka-dots and then
Crank up that old calliope
I know I swore I wouldn't come around,
Ah, but there's no use, so why pretend?
Guess I was born to be your clown
Baby, your Bozo's back again