They’re selling postcards of the hangingbr They’re painting the passports brownbr The beauty parlor is filled with sailorsbr The circus is in townbr Here comes the blind commissionerbr They’ve got him in a trancebr One hand is tied to the tight-rope walkerbr The other is in his pantsbr And the riot squad they’re restlessbr They need somewhere to gobr As Lady and I look out tonightbr From Desolation Rowbr br Cinderella, she seems so easybr “It takes one to know one,” she smilesbr And puts her hands in her back pocketsbr Bette Davis stylebr And in comes Romeo, he’s moaningbr “You Belong to Me I Believe”br And someone says, “You’re in the wrong place my friendbr You better leave”br And the only sound that’s leftbr After the ambulances gobr Is Cinderella sweeping upbr On Desolation Rowbr br Now the moon is almost hiddenbr The stars are beginning to hidebr The fortune-telling ladybr Has even taken all her things insidebr All except for Cain and Abelbr And the hunchback of Notre Damebr Everybody is making lovebr Or else expecting rainbr And the Good Samaritan, he’s dressingbr He’s getting ready for the showbr He’s going to the carnival tonightbr On Desolation Rowbr br Now Ophelia, she’s ’neath the windowbr For her I feel so afraidbr On her twenty-second birthdaybr She already is an old maidbr To her, death is quite romanticbr She wears an iron vestbr Her profession’s her religionbr Her sin is her lifelessnessbr And though her eyes are fixed uponbr Noah’s great rainbowbr She spends her time peekingbr Into Desolation Rowbr br Einstein, disguised as Robin Hoodbr With his memories in a trunkbr Passed this way an hour agobr With his friend, a jealous monkbr He looked so immaculately frightfulbr As he bummed a cigarettebr Then he went off sniffing drainpipesbr And reciting the alphabetbr Now you would not think to look at himbr But he was famous long agobr For playing the electric violinbr On Desolation Rowbr br Dr.