Sitting in a chair under the Eiffel Tower,
A mime comes into view
Hands going in circles what he means,
I got no clue
Dressed in black, his face in white
Just making hand signs
Basketcase of insanity
Mime after--

Contortions differ I see
He’s getting too far ahead
Still gesturing to me, not one word
Has he even said
Then I stay, they go
I still am blind
To what is in their minds

You don’t have to look far, and you will find them
Mime after Mime
Turn the corner they will greet you--They’ll be waiting
Mime after Mime

You don’t have to look far, and you will find them
Mime after Mime
Turn the corner and they will greet you--Oh they will be waiting!
Mime after Mime

While in Rome they play charades and most
Of them just pantomime
Watching them with agony--I’m wondering
Should this be a crime?
Silent secrets from deep inside
They act like they got no pride

You don’t have to look far, and you will find them
Mime after Mime
Turn the corner they will greet you--They’ll be waiting
Mime after Mime

I stay, they go
I still am blind
To what is in their minds
You don’t have to look far, and you will find them
Mime after Mime
Turn the corner they will greet you--They’ll be waiting
Mime after Mime

You don’t have to look far, and you will find them
Mime after Mime
Turn the corner and they will greet you--Oh they will be waiting!
Mime after Mime

Mime after Mime
Mime after Mime
Mime after Mime
Mime after Mime (Repeat and fade….)