Homburg

Your multi lingual
Business friend
Has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash filled ashtrays
And a lipstick unmade bed
The mirror on reflection
Has climbed back upon the wall
For the floor she found descended
And the ceiling was toot all
The trouser cuffs are dirty
Shoes are laced are brown
You better take off your Homburg
Cause your overcoat is too long

The town clock in the market square
Stands waiting for the hour
And it's hands they both turn backwards
And on meeting will devour
Both themselvеs and also any fools
Who dare to tell a time
And thе southern moon will shatter
And the sign posts cease to sign
Well your trouser cuffs are dirty
Your shoes are laced are brown
You better take off your Homburg
Cause your overcoat is too long