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
but 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
Walking down the gutter thinking
How the hell am I today
Well, I didn't really ask you but thanks all the same