Death of a Clown

My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack any more
The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar

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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
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Let's all drink to the death of a clown

The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told any more
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway 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

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