Letras
Your multilingual business friend
Has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
And a lipstick on maid's bed
The mirror on reflection
Has climbed back upon the wall
For the floor she found descended
And the ceiling was too tall
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
Your shoes are laced up wrong
You better take off your humbug
'Cause your overcoat is too long
The town clock in the market square
Stands waiting for the hour
And its hands they both turn backwards
And on meeting will devour
Both themselves and also any fools
Who dare to tell the time
And the sun and moon will shatter
And the signpost cease to sign
Your trouser cuffs are dirty
Your shoes are laced up wrong
You better take off your humbug
'Cause your overcoat is too long