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 'cos 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 'cos sooner or   Later they'll find his headless body in    A ventilator.