All the peasants in the squares   At their tables and their chairs   Set to salvage certain numbers   From the wonder of the Tundra   And the muses in the gloom   Counting needles in their rooms   On the carpet in the corner   In a kind of secret slumber   While the information rain   Slashed the dirty window pane to the square      (chorus:)      Smoky broads and smoky windows in the square   Come come charmer come on over for the day   Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die   Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay      Over forty pointed people    In the perfect pointed steeple   Looked to see the lucky number   Yes the wonder of the Tundra   Had come up to fame and fortune   Singing his tune, my tune, your tune   Wooing daughters of the gifted    On the carpets of the courtrooms   While the tickets were expensive   The show was quite relentless in the square      Dalai Llama lama puss puss   Stella maris missa nobis   Miss a dinner Miss Shapiro   Shampoos pot-pot pinkies pampered   Movement hampered like at Christmas   Ha-ha isn't life a circus   Round in circles like the Archers   Always stiff or always starchy   Yes it's happening and it's fattening   And it's all that we can get into the show