Death of a clown (1967)
1. My make-up is dry
and it cracks from my chin,
G D A
I`m drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin.
D A A7
The lion-tamer`s
whip doesn`t crack anymore,
G
D A
the lions they won`t
bite and the tiger`s won`t
roar.
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la la,
Em D A
so let`s
go and drink to the death of a clown.
2. Won`t
someone help me to break up this crowd,
G D A
let`s all drink
to the death of a clown. + CHORUS
3. The old
fortune-teller lies dead on the floor,
G D A
nobody needs
fortunes told anymore.
D A A7
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees,
G D A
and virtually
looking for runaway fleas. + CHORUS
4. So won`t someone help me to break up this crowd,
G D A
let`s all drink
to the death of a clown. + CHORUS
D A A7 G D A
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