My makeup is dry and it cracks ’round 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-la-la
So let’s go and 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…