''There must be some kind of way out of here,''
Said the joker to the thief,
''there's too much confusion,
I can get no relief,''
Businessman may drink my wine,
Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line,
Nobody 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 thru that,
And this is not our face,
So, let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late,''

All along the watchtower
Princess kept review
While all the woman 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.
Hey, All along the watchtower
Yeah, All along the watchtower