Very old friend 
Came by today 
As he was telling everyone in town 
Of all the love that he'd just found 

And Marie's the name (of his latest flame) 


Talked and talked 
And I heard him say 
That she had the longest blackest hair 
Prettiest green eyes anywhere 


And Marie's the name (of his latest flame) 


The last night of the fair 
By the big wheel generator 
A boy is stabbed 
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), oh 


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) 


Then someone falls in love 
Someone's beaten up 
Someone's beaten up 
And the senses being dulled are mine 
And someone falls in love 
Someone's beaten up 
And the senses being dulled are mine 


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 said : "How quickly would I die 
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"


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 said : "How quickly would I die 
Oh, if I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"


...Oh, walk home alone 
I might walk home alone 
But my faith in love is still devout 
I might walk home alone 
But my faith in love is still devout 
I might walk home alone 
But my faith in love is still devout