Very old friend 

Came by today 

As he was telling everyone in town 

Of all the love that he'd just found 



And Marie's the name (of his latest flame) 





Talked and talked 

And I heard him say 

That she had the longest blackest hair 

Prettiest green eyes anywhere 





And Marie's the name (of his latest flame) 





The last night of the fair 

By the big wheel generator 

A boy is stabbed 

His money is grabbed 

And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine 





She is Famous 

She is Funny 

An engagement ring 

Doesn't mean a thing 

To a mind consumed by brass (money), oh 





The last night of the fair 

From a seat on a whirling waltzer 

Her skirt ascends for a watching eye 

It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side)

From a seat on a whirling waltzer 

Her skirt ascends for a watching eye 

A hideous trait (on her mother's side) 





Then someone falls in love 

Someone's beaten up 

Someone's beaten up 

And the senses being dulled are mine 

And someone falls in love 

Someone's beaten up 

And the senses being dulled are mine 





This is the last night of the fair 

And the grease in the hair 

Of a speedway operator 

Is all a tremulous heart requires 

A schoolgirl is denied 

She said : "How quickly would I die 

If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"





This is the last night of the fair 

And the grease in the hair 

Of a speedway operator 

Is all a tremulous heart requires 

A schoolgirl is denied 

She said : "How quickly would I die 

Oh, if I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"





...Oh, walk home alone 

I might walk home alone 

But my faith in love is still devout 

I might walk home alone 

But my faith in love is still devout 

I might walk home alone 

But my faith in love is still devout