Lyrics:

1987
Writer(s): Ian Anderson

In the dark of the city backwoods,
Something stirs then slips away.
Law and order in darkest Knightsbridge.
Crime and punishment at play.

Hey, Mr. Policeman, won't you come on over.
Hook me up to the power lines of your love.
Jump start or tow me away.

And through the bruised machinery,
The smoking haze of industry.
Another day with ball and chain.
I do my time then home again.

Hey, Mrs. Maggie, won't you come on over.
Hook me up to the power lines of your love.
Jump start or tow me away.
Jump start or tow me away.

Well, should I blame the officers
Or maybe I should blame the priest?
Or should I blame the poor foot soldier
who's left to make the most from least?

Hey, Jack Ripper, won't you come on over.
Hook me up to the power lines of your love.
Hook me up to the power lines of your love.

Jump start or tow me away.
Jump start or tow me away.

Instrumental

You can blame the newsman
Talking at you on the satellite T.V.
And if you're fighting for your shipyards,
You migt as well just blame the sea.

Hey, Mr. Weatherman, come on over.
Hook me up to the power lines of your love.
Jump start, or tow me away.
Jump start or tow me away.