Who would be a poor man, a beggerman, a thief,
If he had a rich man in his hand?
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 accounted [bad word] 
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 gray.
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's 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 gray.
Or maybe her attention is drawn 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 accounted [bad word] 
And the jack knife barber drops her off at school.

Cross-Eyed Mary...
Cross-Eyed Mary...