My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin I'm drowning sorrows in whisky and gin The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack The lions they won't fight and the tigers roar
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la So let's all drink to the death of clown Won't someone help me to break up this crowd Let's all to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the needs fortunes told anymore The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees And frantically looking runaway fleas
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Let's all drink to the death of a clown So won't someone help to break up this crowd Let's all drink to the death a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Let's all drink to the death of a clown