Your multilingual business friend

Has packed her bags and fled

Leaving only ash-filled ashtraysAnd the lipstick, unmade bed

The mirror, on reflection

Has climbed back up on 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

The 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