I keep dreamin’ of the good old days,
When all the fans would cheer my name.

Those worry, famous, and carefree days,
When girl fans would faint dead away.

Then the shadow of death passed by me,
Then everyone began to leach my popularity.

One by one everyone took me on,
Then at 50, too soon I was gone.

How would you feel?
(How would you feel?)
How would you feel?
How would you feel?

When you’re in the shell of a man,
and a child inside?

Dragged to court and was arraigned,
More writing on the wall of shame.

Attorneys would not stop suing me,
Unlock these chains and set me free.

All of the former days, have passed away.
And everything that mattered to me.

One by one everyone took me on,
Then at 50, too soon I was gone.

How could it be real?
(How could it be real?)
How could it be real?
How could it be real?
How could it be real?

How would you feel?
(How would you feel?)
How would you feel?
How would you feel?

When you’re in the shell of a man,
and a child inside?
(Me playing piano solo)
(children giggle and laugh)

How could it be real?
(How could it be real?)
How could it be real?
How could it be real?
How could it be real?

How would you feel?
(How would you feel?)
How would you feel?
How would you feel?

When you’re in the shell of a man,
and a child inside?

Truth is Stranger Than Fiction,
That’s the time when,

The Truth is Stranger Than Fiction,
That’s the time when,

Everyone reads about you in the tabloids.
When you can’t trust your own shadow.

Truth is Stranger Than Fiction,
When you can’t trust your own shadow.
Everyone talks about you in the tabloids.

Truth is Stranger Than Fiction,
I’m getting paranoid,
I’m feeling paranoia baby!

Truth is Stranger Than Fiction.

(Instrumental music continues and fades...)