The Life of a Mime Lyrics

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 mime

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 the mime

So you see, I admire a man who won't speak

No lies, no sorrow, no strong, no weak

You can tell Shields and Yarnell

They're only wasting their time with the words of a mime

Marcel Marceau

Marcel Marceau

Marcel Marceau