My make-up is dry and it cracks on my chin. I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin.
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar.
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.
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor. Nobody needs fortunes told anymore.
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees. Frantically looking for run-away fleas.
Let's all drink to the death of a clown