All the peasants in the squares At their tables and their chairs Set to salvage certain numbers From the wonder of the tundra And the muses in the gloom
Counting needles in their rooms On the carpet in the corner In a kind of secret slumber While the in formation rain Slashed the dirty window pane to the square.
Smoky broads and smoky windows in the square Come come charmer come on over for the day Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay.
Over forty pointed people In the perfect pointed steeple Looked to see the lucky number Yes the wonder of the Tundra Had come up to fame and fortune
Singing his tune, my tune, your tune Wooing daughters of the gifted On the carpets of the courtrooms While the tickets were expensive The show was quite relentless in the square.
Smoky broads and smoky windows in the square Come come charmer come on over for the day Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay
Dalai Llama lama puss puss Stella marls missa nobis Miss a dinner Miss Shapiro Shampoos pot-pot pinkies pampered Movement hampered like at Christmas
Ha-ha isnÂŽt life a circus Round in circles like the Archers Always stiff or always starchy Yes itÂŽs happening and itÂŽs fattening And itÂŽs all that we can get into the show.
Smoky broads and smoky windows in the square Come come charmer come on over for the day Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay