Very old friend    Came by today    As he was telling everyone in town    Of all the love that he'd just found       And 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), oh          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 being dulled are mine    And someone falls in love    Someone's beaten up    And the senses 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    Oh, if I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"         ...Oh, 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