Death of a Clown

My makeup is dry, and it clags 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 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 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 Nobody needs fortunes told anymore