Baby Grace is the victim
  She was 14 years of age
  And the wheels are turning, turning
  For the finger points at me
  All's well
  But I have not been to Oxford Town
  All's well
  No I have not been to Oxford Town
    [CHORUS]
  Toll the bell
  Pay the private eye
  All's well
  20th century dies
    And the prison priests are decent
  My attorney seems sincere
  I fear my days are numbered
  Lord get me out of here
  All's well
  But I have not been to Oxford Town
  All's well
  But I have not been to Oxford Town
    [CHORUS]
  This is your shadow on my wall
  This is my flesh and blood
  This is what I could've been
    And the wheels are turning and turning
  As the 20th century dies
    If I had not ripped the fabric
  If time had not stood still
  If I had not met Ramona
  If I'd only paid my bill
  All's well
  But I have not been to Oxford Town
  All's well
  But I have not been to Oxford Town
    [CHORUS]
  This is my bunk with two sheets
  This is my food though foul
  This is what I could have been
    [CHORUS (ad lib.)]