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