So who's that tramp there?
I wonder what went wrong so that he has to roam the street
Eating out of dustbin cans, collecting old receipts
It's not quite fancy living, that

He was a funny clown
Until a nasty tumble turned his whole world upside down
You can see it in his eyes, yeah, that he's living off a frown
Made out of broken dreams an' tat

I seen him on his closing night
The day he decided that his life was... crap
A frown's contagious, but we'll be alright
Though Mr Funbags I don't know...

Said Mr Funbags I don't know.

That night the tightrope was his mission
All eyes were covered up w-ith two hands
One woman thought no-one would miss him
'spesh'ly the hit man she had on demand

This kid saw they was up to sommat
Man with a sniper? Shooting's more than likely
And so he barged into his stomach
Changed what the ending of the story might be
What the story might be

The day job, it change-ed when the clown falled down
The day job, it change-ed when the clown falled down
The day job, it change-ed when the clown falled down
Without a wire
Without
A wire

Ring mistress runs down crying "Murder"
She doesn't check for signs of life at all
Later in court wished no-one heard her
While Mr Funbag's fine in hospital

And still I don't know why she did it
The doctors' ruling were she wasn't nice, no
But if I told this tale to cynics
They'd prob'ly put it down to plot device
(I'm no amazing writer, no)

The day job, it change-ed when the clown falled down
The day job, it change-ed when the clown falled down
The day job, it change-ed when the clown falled down
Without a wire

The day job, it change-ed when the clown falled down
Nothing but air between him and the ground
The day job, it change-ed when the clown falled down
Without a wire
Without
A wire

And what a funny man
Just give him half a chance, a new career, I bet he can
You can see it in his eyes although he'd left what he can't stand
I bet he'd love it on TV...