AN OLD BLACK HAT WITH OUT SHAPE OR SHINE
NOT WORTH THE PRICE OF A MEAL
BUT THE VALUES NOT MEASURED IN THE SELLING PRICE
IT ALL IN THE WAY YOU FEEL

YOU'RE A SYMBOL OF LAUGHTER, THE SIGN OF THE CLOWN
DEDICATED TO CHILDREN AND JOY
TO BE MEASURED BY GOODNESS AND NOT BY THE GOODS
YOU MEAN TO A GIRL AND A BOY

WE'VE STOOD ALL ALONE IN THE ARENA SPOT
AND HEARD THE THOUSANDS CHEER
WE'VE HELD THE HAND AND SUNG TO A CHILD
WHO WAS ABOUT TO LEAVE US HERE

NO OSCARS OR EMMIES IN THE TROPHY CASE
NO CITATIONS OR HONORS WON
THE WORLDS ACCLAIM YOU CAN'T EXPECT
GOD KNOWS HOW WELL WE'VE DONE

AND WHEN THE TIME ROLLS AROUND TO GO
WE DON'T WANT FOLKS TO CRY
WE SPENT OUR LIVES IN QUEST OF A LAUGH
THAT'S THE WAY WE'LL SAY GOODBYE

THE MOMENT WE REACH THE PEARLY GATES
SAINT PETE WILL GRAB FOR THE PHONE
AND ON THE INTERCOM YOU'LL HEAR
HEY, KIDS, OLE FROG IS HOME

I'LL GRAB THAT HARP AND RIDE ON IN
SIX GUN AND EVERYTHING
AND A MILLION JILLION LITTLE ANGELS
WILL SMILE WHEN OLE FROG SIGNS