I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone
[Riff]
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I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones
[Riff] x2
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I have no house in the country I have no motor car
[Riff]
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And if you think I m joking,
then I m just a one-line joker in a public bar
[Riff]
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And it seems there s no-body left for
tennis; and I m a one-band-man
[Riff]
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And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred grand
[Riff]
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There was a little boy stood on a burning log,
rubbing his hands with glee
He said, ``Oh Mother England,
did you light my smile; or did you light this fire under me?
One day I ll be a minstrel in the gallery
And paint you a picture of the queen
And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree ---
it s just the nonsense that it seems.
So I drift down through the Baker Street valley,
in my steep-sided un-reality
And when all is said and all is done I couldn t wish
for a better one
It s a real-life ripe dead certainty
N.C
that I m just a Baker Street Muse
