Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Minstrel In The Gallery

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.