Death Of A Clown (Davies Dave)

My makeup is dry and it clags 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 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