Death Of A Clown
The Kinks
Kinks Death of a Clown My makeup 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 bite and the tigers won’t roar La la la La la la La la la La 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 La la 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 fortunes told anymore 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 breakup 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 La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la
