The last night of the fair

By the big wheel generator

A boy is stabbed

And 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)





And though I walk home alone

Though I walk home alone

My faith in love is still devout





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)





And though I walk home alone

I might walk home alone ...

... But my faith in love is still devout





Then someone falls in love

And someone's beaten up

Someone's beaten up

And the senses being dulled are mine

And someone falls in love

And someone's beaten up

And the senses being dulled are mine





And though I walk home alone

I might walk home alone ...

... But my faith in love is still devout





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 says :