Mama's In The Factory, She

I Could Stay With You Forever And Never Realize The Time.

It's Hard To Speculate What Tomorrow May Bring.

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is 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.

Steal A Little And They Throw You In Jail Steal A Lot And They Make You King.

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.