Em D C Em
I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone
[Riff]
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Em D C Em
I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones
[Riff] x2
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Em D C Em
I have no house in the country I have no motor car
[Riff]
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G D
And if you think I'm joking,
C Em
then I'm just a one-line joker in a public bar
[Riff]
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Em D
And it seems there's no-body left for
C Em
tennis; and I'm a one-band-man
[Riff]
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G D C Em
And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred grand
[Riff]
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Em D Em
There was a little boy stood on a burning log,
G D Bm B7
rubbing his hands with glee
G D
He said, ``Oh Mother England,
Em A Am C D B7
did you light my smile; or did you light this fire under me?
G D Em
One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery
G D B7
And paint you a picture of the queen
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And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree ---
Am C D B7
it's just the nonsense that it seems.''
G D Em
So I drift down through the Baker Street valley,
G D B7
in my steep-sided un-reality
G D
And when all is said and all is done I couldn't wish
Em A
for a better one
Am C D B7
It's a real-life ripe dead certainty
N.C
that I'm just a Baker Street Muse