[Verse 1]
They're selling postcards of the hanging
Well, they're painting the passports brown
Yeah, the beauty parlor's filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Oh, now look, here comes the blind commissioner
Well, they got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other's in his pants
[Chorus]
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight from
Desolation Row
[Verse 2]
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"Well, it takes one to know one," she smiles
And she puts her hands in her back pockets
Oh, Bette Davis style
And now here comes Romeo, moaning
"You belong to me, I believe"
And if someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend"
You better leave
They're selling postcards of the hanging
Well, they're painting the passports brown
Yeah, the beauty parlor's filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Oh, now look, here comes the blind commissioner
Well, they got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other's in his pants
[Chorus]
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight from
Desolation Row
[Verse 2]
Cinderella, she seems so easy
"Well, it takes one to know one," she smiles
And she puts her hands in her back pockets
Oh, Bette Davis style
And now here comes Romeo, moaning
"You belong to me, I believe"
And if someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend"
You better leave
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