Sorry, sung by Gerry Rafferty.
Yours, Peter T.
P.S. To enliven boring request thread: I once lived on Baker Street, and next door was a Japanese restaurant that specialized in fugu fish, fish that have to be trimmed carefully because some organ in them is poisonous and can kill you. One day an intrepid reporter asked the head chef (whose English was not very good) what they did with the fugu fish that "failed the cut" so to speak. "O" he replied, "deadly poison taken away by London plumbing system!" The restaurant was closed, and never reopened.