Death of a Clown

My makeup is dry

And it clags 'round 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

So let's all 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

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 someone help me

To break up this crown

Let's all drink to the death of a clown

Let's all drink to the death of a clown