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