Casablanca Moon

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 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 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 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 Bb He better watch his step, cos sooner or later G Cm F7 They'll find his headless body in a ventilator 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 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 Bb He better watch his step, cos sooner or later G Cm They'll find his headless body in a ventilator