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