Beware of Mr. Baker

beware of
Mr. Baker
when walking down his lane!
there's wild rumors swirling
everywhere
that he's not well
and could possibly be insane.
the mad drumming in his head
is not all the Cream that he once said:
those fiery needles stuck inside his arm
are from when he was riding on his polo farm
on his speedy horse
but, of course,
there's African sand underneath his wheels,
heroin dealers and cocaine meals,
a desert sun,
black hookers and a British machine gun
ticking off the friends he used to know
before the big time and the Ginger Baker Show
came to town
in a flashy white limousine sporting a red-headed frown.
beware of
Mr. Baker
when walking down his lane!
there's wild rumors swirling
everywhere
that he's not well
and could possibly be insane.