Written by Peter Blegvad/Anthony Moore
verse 1: Bbm He used to wear fedoras, but now he sports a fez F7 There's kabbalistic innuendoes in everything he says F7 Sucking on a cigarette, picking up the threads Bbm Underneath the Casablanca moon verse 2: 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 Noomverse 3: There's a cocaine stain on his moustache Pieces of his puzzle just don't join People in high places want to stamp his many faces On a Trans-Caucasian coin Interlude Bb He better watch his step, cos sooner or later G Cm F7 They'll find his headless body in a ventilator verse 4: Lines of sweat, like tinsel, start to smart his eyes Neuroses seep like cement through the cracks in his disguise In a dark bordello, broke a mirror with a cry Underneath the Casablanca Moon Verse 5: Yesterday evening, he finally lost his mind The walls fell in, he saw mankind Standing before him, raising their hand In a significant gesture which he didn't understand Chorus Repeat verse 1 Coda: Bb He better watch his step, cos sooner or later G Cm They'll find his headless body in a ventilatorEbm His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken Bbm The Man said his case was lost C7 His team was sent to the Orient F7 A double agent, double-crossed