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
Now you're down
In a sea of wine you have drowned
