This is a song called 'The circus of death'   It tells the true story of a circus we met   The first two verses concern the actual arrival at Heathrow Airport   Of Commissioner Steve McGarrett      The third emotionally describes a map   Showing the range of the circus   The fourth and fifth were extracted from an article   In the Guardian of March the 19th, 1962   The last is a short wave radio message from the last man on Earth      Nine o'clock flight from Hawaii   The Trident is just touching down   We're waiting here on the tarmac   McGarrett is wearing a frown      He's here to help with a problem   A blood-spattered curse on our land   Please cast your eye over this map, sir   This business is quite out of hand      The circus of death is approaching   Its pathway is painted in red   Before it the frightened and helpless   Behind it a trail of the dead      The narcotic that forges their union   Is a substance known only to one   To the clown it is known as Dominion   It's a secret that he'll give to none      The drug which gives the clown power   Means the circus can never be stopped   And his dream can go on unhindered   'Til the last human being has dropped      Spare me and my family   I've done you no wrong   Go away, please let us be   I've known you for too long