© Keith Reid & Gary Brooker

Your multi-lingual business friend
    Has packed her bags and fled
Leaving only ash filled ashtrays
    And the lipstick un-made 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’d better take off your homburg
    ‘Cause your overcoat is too long

The town clock in the market square
    Stands waiting for the hour
When its hands, they both turn backwards
    And on meeting, will devour

Both themselves, and also any fool
    Who dares to tell the time
And the sun and the moon will shatter
    And the sign posts cease to sign

Your trouser cuffs are dirty
    Your shoes are laced up wrong
You’d better take off your homburg
    ‘Cause your overcoat is too long