Lyrics:

There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
Too much confusion
I can't get no relief

Business men, they drink my wine
Plow men dig my Earth
None of them along the line
Know what any of it's 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 you and I we've been through all that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late

All along the watchtower
Princes kept their view
While all the women, all the women, all the women, came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...

The money safe
The thief he take
The money safe
The thief he take

No reason to get excited