Verse 1: 
       E 
Oh, hello Mr. Soul, I dropped by to pick up a reason 
        E 
For the thought that I caught that my head is the 
   event of the season. 
       A                                            E 
Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin' 
         D                        A 
I'll cop out to the change, but a stranger 
               E 
Is putting the tease on. 
 
Verse 2: 
      E 
I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter 
      E 
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her. 
    A                                            E 
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better 
                 D                          A       E 
She said, You're strange, but don't change,   and I let her. 
 
Verse 3: 
     E 
In a while will the smile on my face turn to plaster? 
       E 
Stick around while the clown who is sick 
   does the trick of disaster 
        A                                          E 
For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster. 
      D                          A 
Is it strange I should change? I don't know, 
              E 
Why don't you ask her? 
      D                          A           E 
Is it strange I should change? I don't know 
      D                          A           E 
Is it strange I should change? I don't know