Casablanca Moon

He used to wear fedoras Now he sports a fez There's cabalistic innuendoes In everything he says 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-members 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 moustache 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 step 'cause sooner or Later they'll find his headless body in A ventilator Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes Neurosis seeps like cement through the cracks in his disguise In a dark bordello he 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 he didn't understand 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 He used to wear fedoras Now he sports a fez There's cabalistic innuendoes In everything he says Sucking at a cigarette Picking up a thread Underneath the Casablanca Moon He'd better watch his step 'cause sooner or Later they'll find his headless body in A ventilator --- Casablanca Moon - Slapp Happy