A life without sin is like tonic without gin

So it seems today

The boy that you see, they just call him number three

Come and hear him play

One too many think of Three

As the Ping that should not be

But every now and then you see

No one’s quite as good as he

Quiet now, please sit down

Listen for a while

The world is singing your song now

The story of a clown

The world is singing your song now

The story of a clown

Mr. Three it’s your turn now

The circus is in town

Paris and Rome they are calling your name

Paris

Popcorn and candy-floss, fortune and fame

Roma

The world is humming your melody now

Perish

Everyone smile, to the beagle we bow

Gone