The Kinks - Death of a clown

^CMy makeup is dry and ^Git cracks on ^G7my chin I'm ^Fdrowning my sorrows in ^Cwhiskey and ^Ggin The ^Clion tamer's whip doesn't ^Ccrack any^G7more The ^Flions they won't bite and the ^Ctigers won't ^Groar

^FLa la la ^DmLa la la L^Ca la la L^Ga So l^Dmet's all drink to the de^Cath of a cl^Gown ^CWon't someone help me to ^Gbreak up this ^G7crown ^FLet's all drink to the ^Cdeath of a ^Gclown ^FLa la la ^DmLa la la L^Ca la la L^Ga ^FLet's all drink to the ^Cdeath of a ^Gclown

The ^Cold fortune teller lies ^Gdead on the ^G7floor No^Fbody needs fortunes ^Ctold any^Gmore The ^Ctrainer of insects is ^Gcrouched on his ^G7knees And ^Ffrantically looking for ^Crunaway ^Gfleas

^FLa la la ^DmLa la la L^Ca la la L^Ga ^FLet's all drink to the ^Cdeath of a ^Gclown So ^Cwon't someone help me to ^Gbreak up this ^G7crown ^FLet's all drink to the ^Cdeath of a ^Gclown ^FLa la la ^DmLa la la L^Ca la la L^Ga ^FLet's all drink to the ^Cdeath of a ^Gclown

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