Slapp Happy - Casablanca Moon (1974 UK Rock) | Текст песни

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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.