My is dry and it clags on my chin I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky gin The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore The lions they won't fight and the won't roar
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la So let's all drink to the death of a clown someone help me to break up this crowd Let's all drink to the death of 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 the floor Nobody needs told anymore The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees And frantically looking for runaway fleas
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Let's all drink to death of a clown So won't someone help me to up this crowd Let's drink 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