My make-up is dry
and it cracks around my chin
And I'm drowning my sorrows
in whisky and gin
The Lion-tamers whip
doesn't crack anymore
The Lions they won't bite
and the Tigers won't roar
So let's 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 clown
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 runaway fleas
Let's all drink
to the death of a clown
So won't somebody help me
to break up this crowd
Let's all drink
to the death of a clown
Let's all drink
to the death of a clown
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