A very old friend Came by today And he was telling everyone in town Of all the love that he'd just found 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 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 of being dulled are mine And someone falls in love Someone's beaten up And the senses of 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 If I jumped from the top of the parachutes? And though I 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