Start the evening show

And May is gone.

So is 1992.  I was rather preoccupied that year, and missed this gem from XTC.  It sounds like the end of a love affair, but was apparently a disagreement with a record company.

Still, it's bouncy and pop-py, and I rather love it.

I put on a fake smile 

And start the evening show 

The public is laughing 

I guess by now they know 

So climb from your high horse 

And pull this freak show down 

Dear Madam Barnum 

I resign as clown

 

You said I was the master of all I surveyed 

But now I'm sweeping up 

The last in line in your circus parade 

Children are clapping 

As I fall to the floor 

My heart torn and broken 

And they just scream for more 

If I'm not the sole fool 

Who pulls his trousers down 

Then dear Madam Barnum 

I resign as clown 

You tread the high wire 

Between truth and lies 

Your safety net just walked out 

Much to your surprise 

Strike up the band, love 

And let the show begin 

For this is the last time 

I'm painting on a grin