Cross-Eyed Mary

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 Dines in Hampstead village On expense accounted 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 drawn by Aqualung Who watches through the railings as they play Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along She's a poor man's rich girl And she'll do it for a song She's a rich man stealer But her favour's good and strong: She's the Robin Hood of Highgate -- Helps the poor man get along