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


This is the last night of the fair 
And the grease on the hair 
Of a speedway operator 
Is all a tremulous heart requires 
A schoolgirl is denied 
She says : "How quickly would I die 
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"


So ... scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen 
(This means you really love me) 
Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen 
(This means you really love me) 


And though I walk home alone 
Though I walk home alone 
My faith in love is still devout 
Though I walk home alone 
My faith in love is still devout 
Though I walk home alone 
My faith in love is still devout