There must be some way out of here
said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line
knows 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 you and I, we've been through that
and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
the hour is getting late.