On cherche un Auguste

"Looking for an Auguste"...
Sign blowing in the wind
Written in chalk
We're looking for an Auguste...
I'm standing here
Under the wet sky
I pulled back the curtain
Of the open-air circus
That’s hunching down
Against the winter wind

We're looking for an Auguste...
I asked the boss
Who was sleeping in the back
He told me it’s just
Adjusting his hat
If you want, let’s talk
About what you’re seeking
I could help you out
I know some stories
I entertain the friends
I’m a real jokester
As my mom used to say
And I’d love to
Travel far away.

We're looking for an Auguste...
But don’t, my boy
Get your hopes up
'Cause the role of an Auguste
Is not the real deal
Worn-out clothes
A pale face
Slaps on the nose
Never a