The Kinks - Death of a clown
Tekst en muziek: Dave Davies en Ray Davies
(1966)






My make-up 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



Laa lala laa lala laa lala laa
So, let’s all 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
Laa la-la laa la-la laa la-la laa
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown



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



Laa lala laa lala laa lala laa
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown



So, won’t someone help me to break up this crown
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown
Laa lala laa lala laa lala laa
Let’s all drink to the death of a clown



Laa lala laa lala laa lala laa
Laa lala laa lala laa lala laa



Laa lala laa lala laa lala laa
Laa lala laa lala laa lala laa



Laa lala laa lala laa lala laa









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