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 isn't life a circus

Round in circles like the Archers

Always stiff or always starchy

Yes it's happening and it's fattening

And it's 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