Lyrics - Baker Street Muse (pig-me And The Whore) by Jethro Tull

"
Big bottled
Fraulein, put your weight on me," said the pig-me to thewhore, 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 hisyears.
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.

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