Death Of A Clown:Dave Davies.
#3 in UK and #31 in Australia in 1967.
#1.
My makeup is dry and is cracked on 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 fight and the tigers won't roar.
CHORUS:
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
So, let's all drink to the death of a clown.
#2.
Won't someone help me to break up this crowd.
Let's all drink to the death of a clown.
CHORUS:
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
So, let's all drink to the death of a clown.
#3.
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.
CHORUS:
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
So, let's all drink to the death of a clown.
#4.
Won't someone help me to break up this crowd.
Let's all drink to the death of a clown.
CHORUS:
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
So, let's all drink to the death of a clown.
OUTRO:
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.(x2)(Fade.)
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.