Baker St Muse

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[Verse]
C  D    Em               D            C    G   D Dsus4 E7
  Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel
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  Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel
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In the underpass, the blind man stands
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With cold flute hands

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Symphony match-seller, breath out of time
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You can call me on another line

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 Indian restaurants that curry my brain.
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 Newspaper warriors changing the names
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they advertise from the station stand.
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With cold print hands.
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Symphony word-player, I'll be your headline.
       G          B7     Em
If you catch me another time.

[Chorus]
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Didn't make her --- with my Baker Street Ruse.
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Couldn't shake her --- with my Baker Street Bruise.
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Like to take her --- but I'm just a Baker Street Muse.

[Verse]
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 Ale-spew, puddle-brew, Boys, throw it up clean
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 Coke and Bacardi colours them green
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From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess with great finesse
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Fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feet down
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in the Baker Street underground. (What the hell!)
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Walking down the gutter thinking
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"How the hell am I today?"
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Well, I didn't really ask you but thanks all the same


[Pygmy And The Whore]

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Big bottled fraulein, put your weight on me
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Said the pygmy to the whore
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Desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain

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little man his youth a fountain overdrafted and still counting
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vernacular verbose
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an attempt in getting close to where he came from

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in the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars
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proposition deal, fly button feel
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testicle testing, wallet ever bulging

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dressed to the left divulging the wrinkles of his years
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wedding bell induced fears shedding bell end tears
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in the pocket of her resistance


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international assistance flowing generous and full
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to his never-ready tool
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pulls his eyes over her wool

D                      C
and he shudders as he comes
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and my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone Road


[Crash-Barrier Waltzer]
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And here slip I --- dragging one foot in the gutter ---
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in the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap radios.

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And there sits she --- no bed, no bread, no butter ---
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on a double yellow line --- where she can park anytime.

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Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltzer ---
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some only son's mother. Baker Street casualty.

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Oh, Mr. Policeman --- blue shirt ballet master.
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Feet in sticking plaster --- move the old lady on.

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Strange pas-de-deux --- his Romeo to her Juliet.
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Her sleeping draught, his poisoned regret.
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No drunken bums allowed to sleep here in the crowded emptiness.

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Oh officer, let me send her to a cheap hotel ---
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I'll pay the bill and make her well - like hell you bloody will!
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No do-good over kill. We must teach them to be still more independent.


[Mother England Reverie]

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Em          D                C                    Em
I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone.
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I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones.
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I have no house in the country I have no motor car.
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And if you think I'm joking,
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then I'm just a one-line joker in a public bar.
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And it seems there's no-body left for
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tennis; and I'm a one-band-man.
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And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred grand.


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There was a little boy stood on a burning log,
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   rubbing his hands with glee.
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He said, ``Oh Mother England,
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  did you light my smile; or did you light this fire under me?
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One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery.
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And paint you a picture of the queen.
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And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree ---
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it's just the nonsense that it seems.''
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So I drift down through the Baker Street valley,
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in my steep-sided un-reality.
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And when all is said and all is done --- I couldn't wish
             Em A
for a better one.

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E|t's| a real-life ripe dead certainty ---