I make uppers dry
and it's cracked on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows
in whiskey and gin
The li on's hammer's whip
doesn't crack anymore
For the lions they won't fight
and the ti gers won't roar
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
Well, nobody needs his fortune
talk anymore
The trainer of insects
is down on his knees
And he's frantically searching
for runaway fleas
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Oh, let's all drink to the
death of a clown
Won't someone help me
to break up this crown?
Oh, let's all drink to the death of a clown
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Let's all drink to the
death of the clown
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la