Joker-man
Joker-man, while ya deal wit'?

Standing on the waters casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing

Freedom just around the corner from you

Joker-man
Whoa, whoa, joker-man

One of the women must sit in the shack and soak up
The bus'll catch up with him

The joker-man
You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah
But what do you care?

You're a king among this town
You're a stranger at home
Bird fly high by the light of the moon

Joker-man
And the sea are your only teachers
Michelangelo, himsеlf, could've carved out your featurеs
Tragic, tragic, with a small dog at your feet
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Joker-man

Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, and padlocks
Molotov cocktails and rocks can't drown out your servin'
Spun in your web

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Joker-man

He'll put a priest into pimps and make old men buy
Take a woman and cut up her shoulder wrap
And turn her into a harlot

Oh, joker-man

Joker-man dance to the nightingale tune
Bird fly high by the light of the moon
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Joker-man