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