verse 1:
 
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: 

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 


[Refrão]

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: 
There's a cocaine stain on his moustache 
Pieces of his puzzle just don't join 
People in high places want to stamp his many faces 
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: 
Lines of sweat, like tinsel, start to smart his eyes 
Neuroses seep like cement through the cracks in his disguise 
In a dark bordello, broke a mirror with a cry 
Underneath the Casablanca Moon 

Verse 5: 
Yesterday evening, he finally lost his mind 
The walls fell in, he saw mankind 
Standing before him, raising their hand 
In a significant gesture which he didn't understand 

Chorus 
Repeat verse 1 

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