The Kinks- Death Of A Clown

My make up is dry and it cracks from my chin

I`m drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin

The lion- tamer`s whip doesn`t crack anymore

The lions they won`t bite and the tigers won`t roar

La la la la, la la la la

So let`s go and 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

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 fortune told anymore

The trainer of insects is crouhced on his knees

And virtually looking for runaway fleas

La la la la, la la la la

Let`s all drink to the death of a clown