He used to wear fedoras 
Now he sports a fez 
There's cabalistic innuendoes 
In everything he sez 
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-member 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 mustache 
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 steps 'cos sooner or 
Later they'll find his headless body in 
ventilator.

Lines of sweat like tinsel starts to smart his eyes. 
Neurosis seeps like [bad word] through the cracks in his disguise. 
In a dark bordello 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 hi didn't understand.