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