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Lyrics for Baker Street Muse Baker Street Muse by Tull Jethro:
| | | Artist: | Tull Jethro |
| | Album: | Minstrel | | Track: | Baker Street Muse Baker Street Muse | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 75 | | | | Lyrics: | Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel.
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel.
In the
underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands.
Symphony match-seller, breath out of
time -
You can call me on another line.
Indian restaurants that curry my
brain.
Newspaper warriors changing the names they advertise from the station
stand. With cold print hands.
Symphony word-player, I'll be your headline.
If you catch me
another time.
Didn't make her - with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn't shake her - with
my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her - I'm just a Baker Street Muse.
Ale-spew,
puddle-brew - boys, throw it up clean.
Coke and Bacardi colours them green.
From the
typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess with great finesse.
Fertile earth-mother, your
burial mound is fifty feet down in the Baker
Street underground.
What the
Hell?
I didn't make her - with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn't shake her - with my Baker
Street Bruise.
Like to take her - I'm just a Baker Street Muse.
[Instrumental]
Walking down the gutter thinking, "How the Hell am I today?"
Well, I
didn't really ask you but thanks all the same | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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