He used to wear fedoras, but now he sports a fez
There's kabbalistic innuendoes in everything he says
Sucking on a cigarette, picking up the threads
Underneath the Casablanca moon
He lurks behind a paper in the shadow of a mosque
His cover was broken somewhere in Hoboken
The Man said his case was lost
His team was sent to the Orient
A double agent, double-crossed
There's a cocaine stain on his moustache
He better watch his step, cos sooner or later
They'll find his headless body in a ventilator
Lines of sweat, like tinsel, start to smart his eyes
He better watch his step, cos sooner or later
They'll find his headless body in a ventilator