They’re selling postcards of the hanging Well, they’re painting the passports brown And the beauty parlor’s filled with sailors The circus is in town Oh now look here comes the blind commissioner Well, they’ve got him in a trance One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker The other’s in his pants And the riot squad they’re restless They need somewhere to go As Lady and I look out tonight From Desolation Row Oh 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 but here comes Romeo, moaning “You Belong to Me I Believe” And then someone says,”You’re in the wrong place, my friend You better leave” And then the only sound that’s left After the ambulances go Is Cinderella sweeping up On Desolation Row Yeah