Testo Mr. Soul

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 pleasin' I'll cop out to the change But a stranger is puttin' 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 In a while will the msile 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?