Miss Shapiro

All the peasants in the squares at the 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 information rain slashed the dirty window pane to the square

Smokey 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 careful, 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

Smokey 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 maris 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 and always starchy
Yes, it's happening and it's fattening
And it's all that we can get into the show

Smokey 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

Smokey 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

Smokey broads and smoky windows in the square
Come, come, charmer, come on over for the day