Death Of A Clown

My make-up is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey 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-la la)
So let's go drink to the death of a clown

Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all 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

The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for run-away 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 me to break up this crown
Let's all 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

La la-la la la-la la la-la la
La la-la la la la la-la la (repeat until end)