"There must be some kind of way out of here"
Said a joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen they, they drink my wine
Ploughmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it is worth

"No reason to get excited"
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke, but
But you and I have been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late, hey

All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too, look
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl