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]
Bbm
He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque

F7
He can't count all the continents he's crossed

F7
Trailing party members, leaving footprints in the frost

Bbm
Underneath the Acnalbasac Noom

[Chorus]
Ebm
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

[Verse 3]

Bbm
There's a cocaine stain on his moustache

F7
Pieces of his puzzle just don't join

F7
People in high places want to stamp his many faces

Bbm
On a Trans-Caucasian coin

[Interlude]
Bb
He better watch his step, cos sooner or later
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They'll find his headless body in a ventilator

[Verse 4]
Bbm
Lines of sweat, like tinsel, start to smart his eyes

F7
Neuroses seep like cement through the cracks in his disguise

F7
In a dark bordello, broke a mirror with a cry

Bbm
Underneath the Casablanca Moon

[Verse 5]
Bbm
Yesterday evening, he finally lost his mind

F7
The walls fell in, he saw mankind

Bbm
Standing before him, raising their hand

F7
In a significant gesture which he didn't understand

[Coda]
Bb
He better watch his step, cos sooner or later
G                                   Cm        
They'll find his headless body in a ventilator