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

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 your down in a sea of wine you have 
drowned