The Life of a Mime
Hey, Marcel Marceau, people tell me you're getting old
Well, is it true, man, is it so, or just a pack of lies
I'm singing this rhyme to the life of a mime
There are faces which don't possess names
And they'll hurt you by playing their games
They're all searching for fortune and fame
But they won't crack a smile
Being you all the while, Marcel Marceau
They hurt your feelings, yet you've said nothing
You've reached the limelight, but they're still hunting
For something they won't ever find, in the life of a mine
We are the thieves and we are the liars
We shoot the guns and we start the fires
Putting our lives on the line in the eyes of the mime
Why you stay quiet, I can't understand
The only sound here is the clapping of hands
I sing to the tune as they strike up the band
Are you a ghost or a man, Marcel Marceau
Marcel Marceau
Hey, Marcel Marceau, please don't tell me what you know
Because if you let it go, then your secret is gone
And you'll have to move on, Marcel, Marceau
Take a look around, showbiz makes you feel like a clown
And sometimes you'll feel that's just what you are
You've come far and wide with the heart of a mime
We are the screamers and we are the criers
We are the livers, and we are the dyers
Everything is working out fine in the mind of a mine
So you see, I admire a man who won't speak
No lies, no sorrow, no strong, no weak
You can tell what Shields and Yarnell
They're only wasting their time with the words of a mime
Marcel Marceau
Marcel Marceau
Marcel Marceau