Phantom Of My Own Opera

I'm the phantom of my own Opera

oh don't I know it

and I think of you, sweetheart

I'm lurking in the shadows

of my memory

we were going to have a circus in the bar

but the creature lurks among us

the ghost of our past

the gho-o-ost of our love

and if I had my own way

I always say that phrase

I thought it was a phase

but it wasn't

and so here I am

in my baggy-clown costume

perform any funny trick and throw a kiss

to the audience

and I'm wearing a mask

but you don't have to ask

who I'm thinking about

and there's a monkey in the background

hung by a rope from the ceiling

and I'm the villain, acting fierce

and stretching whiskers toothsomely

the phantom wears a black coat

long trousers and a derby

stands erect

and cracks the whip loudly

I'm the phantom of my own opera

I perform all the parts

and I think of you, sweetheart

I'm even the audience

and I can't help thinking

we were going to have a circus in the bar

can't pull the curtain

I can't help remembering

turn a somersault after singing a verse

and the song is never ending

and I never quit rehearsing

a performance of a sad and twisted art

and if I had my own way

I don't know what I'd do

I probably wish it was you