My
make up is dry and it cracks on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamers 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
So let's go and drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up his crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The
old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortune told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway-flees
