To be gay, when my brain's reeling with madness Not knowing the things I say or what I'm doing Still must I falsely force myself laugh I must be a man, I'm Pagliaccio Put on your clown smug On your face put the powder The people pay you to furnish them with fun If Harlequin your Columbine still robs you Laugh out, Paglaccio And on the show will done Instead of weeping just give out laughter Although your heart's breaking You must play the part Oh, laugh, laugh, Pagliaccio For the love that is ruing Laugh through your pain That now is knowing your heart