Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hand.
And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth
If he could take it from the money man.
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.
She signs no contract but she always plays the game.
She dines in Hampstead village on expense acconted gruel,
And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school.
Laughing in the playground - gets no kicks from little boys:
Would rather make it with a letching grey
Or maybe her attention is draw by Aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play.
Cross-eyed Mary finds hard to get along.
She's a poor man's rich girl and she'll do it for a a song.
She's the rich man stealer but her favour's good and strong:
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate - helps the poor man get along.
Laughing in the playground - gets no kicks from little boys:
Would rather make it with a letching grey
Or maybe her attention is draw by Aqualung
Who watches through the railings as they play.
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.
She signs no contract but she always plays the game.
She dines in Hampstead village on expense acconted gruel,
And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school.
Cross-eyed Mary...
Oh Mary! Oh...
Cross-eyed Mary...
Writer(s): Ian Anderson
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