Homburg

Your multilingual business friend has packed her bags and fled

Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays and the lipstick unmade 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

And your shoes are laced up wrong

You'd better take off your homburg

'Cause your overcoat is too long

Town clock in the market square stands waiting for the hour

When its hands they both turn backward and on meeting will devour

Both themselves and also any fool who dares to tell the time

And the sun and moon will shadow and the signpost cease to sign

Your trouser cuffs are dirty

And your shoes are laced up wrong

You'd better take off your homburg

'Cause your overcoat is too long

Your trouser cuffs are dirty

And your shoes are laced up wrong

You'd better take off your homburg

'Cause your overcoat is too long

Oh your trouser cuffs are dirty

And your shoes are laced up wrong

You'd better take off your homburg

'Cause your overcoat is too long

Your trouser cuffs are dirty

And your shoes are laced up wrong