Come one, come all, to the Play, For Fools,
Where’ll we make you lose your mind,
Bring all the people who love to dual,
Don’t worry it’s the right time,

The clock that spins and never stops
The musician that plays and never talks
The picture made from black and grey blots
The children who run in traffic and never walk,

The ring leader outside that loves to shout
The audience that wears their mask
The public who aren’t allowed to pout,
Because hiding their true self is their only task,

Come to the play for Play For Fools, wearing lovely skin,
Trust me, you’ll live.