This is a song called The Circus Of d**h. 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 d**h 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