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 [bad word] the [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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