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[Verse]
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Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel
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Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel
GDCG
In the underpass, the blind man stands
DB7
With cold flute hands
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Symphony match-seller, breath out of time
GB7Em
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
GDFG
they advertise from the station stand.
DB7
With cold print hands.
FCADDsus4
Symphony word-player, I'll be your headline.
GB7Em
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]
CDEmDCGDDsus4
Ale-spew, puddle-brew, Boys, throw it up clean
CDEmDCGDDsus4
Coke and Bacardi colours them green
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From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess with great finesse
FCADDsus4
Fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feet down
GB7Em
in the Baker Street underground. (What the hell!)
CDEmDDsus4
Walking down the gutter thinking
GB7
"How the hell am I today?"
CDEmDGB7
Well, I didn't really ask you but thanks all the same
[Pygmy And The Whore]
FCGFCG
Big bottled fraulein, put your weight on me
FCG
Said the pygmy to the whore
FCGDCG
Desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain
FCGFCG
little man his youth a fountain overdrafted and still counting
FCG
vernacular verbose
FCGDCG
an attempt in getting close to where he came from
FCGFCG
in the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars
FCGFCG
proposition deal, fly button feel
DCDCG
testicle testing, wallet ever bulging
FCGFCG
dressed to the left divulging the wrinkles of his years
FCGFCG
wedding bell induced fears shedding bell end tears
DCG
in the pocket of her resistance
FCGFCG
international assistance flowing generous and full
FCG
to his never-ready tool
FCG
pulls his eyes over her wool
DC
and he shudders as he comes
DCGD
and my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone Road
[Crash-Barrier Waltzer]
DGEm
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.
GEmD
And there sits she --- no bed, no bread, no butter ---
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on a double yellow line --- where she can park anytime.
GEmD
Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltzer ---
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some only son's mother. Baker Street casualty.
GEmD
Oh, Mr. Policeman --- blue shirt ballet master.
AmCDDsus4
Feet in sticking plaster --- move the old lady on.
GEmD
Strange pas-de-deux --- his Romeo to her Juliet.
DAmC
Her sleeping draught, his poisoned regret.
CDCDG
No drunken bums allowed to sleep here in the crowded emptiness.
GEmD
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!
CDCDGEm
No do-good over kill. We must teach them to be still more independent.
[Mother England Reverie]
EEmDCEm
I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone.
EmDCEm
I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones.
EmDCEm
I have no house in the country I have no motor car.
GD
And if you think I'm joking,
CEm
then I'm just a one-line joker in a public bar.
EmD
And it seems there's no-body left for
CEm
tennis; and I'm a one-band-man.
GDCEm
And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred grand.
EmDEm
There was a little boy stood on a burning log,
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rubbing his hands with glee.
GD
He said, ``Oh Mother England,
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did you light my smile; or did you light this fire under me?
GDEm
One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery.
GDB7
And paint you a picture of the queen.
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And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree ---
AmCDB7
it's just the nonsense that it seems.''
GDEm
So I drift down through the Baker Street valley,
GDB7
in my steep-sided un-reality.
GD
And when all is said and all is done --- I couldn't wish
EmA
for a better one.
AmCDB7E|t's| a real-life ripe dead certainty ---