Ice Cream and candy floss, parents with dosh
Those were the times I liked best
Dancing the tango with my mon amour
Better than all of the rest
Children they laugh, children they scream
Parents with balloons they all beam
Money is flooding into our tills
But nothing is quiet what it seems

Circus clown

Street singers sing, pickpockets pick
Girls on cheap wine are all sick
Lilly the prostitute parades her wares
For you she will do any trick
Jimmy is selling crack at half price
He will supply any vice
A fence, a forged document, he gives advice
On anything not very nice

Circus clown
Now you're down
In a sea of wine you have drowned