Lyrics to
Baker Street Muse

This version of Baker Street Muse was released by Jethro Tull in 1975.

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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.

“Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me,” said the Pygmy And The Whore,
desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain.
Little man, his youth a fountain.
Overdrafted and still counting.
Vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close to where he came from.
In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street and Mars;
Proposition, deal. Flying button feel. Testicle testing.
Wallet ever-bulging. Dressed to the left, divulging the wrinkles of his years.
Wedding-bell induced fears.
Shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance.
International assistance flowing generous and full to his never-ready tool.
Pulls his eyes over her wool.
And he shudders as he comes.
And my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone Road.

And here slip I
dragging one foot in the gutter
in the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap radios.
And there sits she
no bed, no bread, no butter
on a double yellow line
where she can park anytime.
Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltzer
some only son’s mother. Baker Street casualty.
Oh, Mr. Policeman
blue shirt ballet master.
Feet in sticking plaster
move the old lady on.
Strange pas-de-deux
his Romeo to her Juliet.
Her sleeping draught, his poisoned regret.
No drunken bums allowed to sleep here in the crowded emptiness.
Oh officer, let me send her to a cheap hotel
I’ll pay the bill and make her well – like hell you bloody will!
No do-good over kill. We must teach them to be still more independent.

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

Talking to the gutter-stinking, winking in the same old way.
I tried to catch my eye but I looked the other way.

Indian restaurants that curry my brain
newspaper warriors changing the names they advertise from the station stand.
Circumcised with cold print hands.

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.

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.

(I can’t get out!)

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The lyrics for Baker Street Muse are defined as the words making up the song released by Jethro Tull in 1975. It also includes the verses and words used by the background chorus in the song. Like many hit songs, the lyrics to Baker Street Muse have different meanings to different people. While it is clear in some of the lyrics what the artist is trying to really say, only Jethro Tull and those working with them know all of the meanings behind all of the lyrics to their songs.

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