Tom: Bbm
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
G Cm F7
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
