Casablanca Moon Lyrics
| Song | Casablanca Moon |
| Artist | Slapp Happy |
| Album | Casablanca Moon/Desperate Straights |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blegvad, Moore | |
| He used to wear fedoras but now he sports a fez | |
| There's cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez | |
| Sucking on 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 members 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 moustache | |
| 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 a ventilator. | |
| Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes | |
| Neurosis seeps like semen 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, he saw mankind | |
| Standing before him all raising their hands | |
| In a significant gesture which he didn't understand |
| zuo ci : Blegvad, Moore | |
| He used to wear fedoras but now he sports a fez | |
| There' s cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez | |
| Sucking on 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 members 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 moustache | |
| The pieces of his puzzle just don' t join | |
| People in high places want to stamp his many faces | |
| On a transCaucasian coin | |
| He' d better watch his steps ' cos sooner or later | |
| They' ll find his headless body in a ventilator. | |
| Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes | |
| Neurosis seeps like semen 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, he saw mankind | |
| Standing before him all raising their hands | |
| In a significant gesture which he didn' t understand |
| zuò cí : Blegvad, Moore | |
| He used to wear fedoras but now he sports a fez | |
| There' s cabalistic innuendoes in everything he sez | |
| Sucking on 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 members 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 moustache | |
| The pieces of his puzzle just don' t join | |
| People in high places want to stamp his many faces | |
| On a transCaucasian coin | |
| He' d better watch his steps ' cos sooner or later | |
| They' ll find his headless body in a ventilator. | |
| Lines of sweat like tinsel start to smart his eyes | |
| Neurosis seeps like semen 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, he saw mankind | |
| Standing before him all raising their hands | |
| In a significant gesture which he didn' t understand |
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