He used to wear fedoras Now he sports a fez There's cabalistic innuendoes In everything he sez Sucking at a cigarette Picking up a thread Underneath the Casablanca Moon
He lurks behind a paper In the shadow of a mosque He can't count all the continents he's crossed Trailing party-member leaving Footprints in the frost Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom
His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken - the man said his Case was lost. He was sent to the Orient, a Double agent double crossed.
There's a cocaine stain on his mustache The pieces of his puzzle just don't join. People in high places want to stamp his Many faces on a trans-caucasian coin.
He'd better watch his steps 'cos sooner or Later they'll find his headless body in A ventilator.
Lines of sweat like tinsel starts to smart his eyes. Neurosis seeps like semen through the cracks in his disguise. In a dark bordello cracked a mirror with his cries Underneath the Casablanca Moon.
Yesterday evening he finally lost his mind, The walls fell in & all mankind Was standing before him all raising their hands In a significant gesture which hi didn't understand.