Lyrics:

All the peasants in the squaresAt their tables and their chairsSet to salvage certain numbersFrom the wonder of the tundraAnd the muses in the gloomCounting needles in their roomsOn the carpet in the cornerIn a kind of secret slumberWhile the in formation rainSlashed the dirty window pane to the square.Smoky broads and smoky windows in the squareCome come charmer come on over for the dayDisappearing cocoa forests flash and dieFortunes crumble all demolished in the bay.Over forty pointed peopleIn the perfect pointed steepleLooked to see the lucky numberYes the wonder of the TundraHad come up to fame and fortuneSinging his tune, my tune, your tuneWooing daughters of the giftedOn the carpets of the courtroomsWhile the tickets were expensiveThe show was quite relentless in the square.Smoky broads and smoky windows in the squareCome come charmer come on over for the dayDisappearing cocoa forests flash and dieFortunes crumble all demolished in the bayDalai Llama lama puss pussStella marls missa nobisMiss a dinner Miss ShapiroShampoos pot-pot pinkies pamperedMovement hampered like at ChristmasHa-ha isn't life a circusRound in circles like the ArchersAlways stiff or always starchyYes it's happening and it's fatteningAnd it's all that we can get into the show.Smoky broads and smoky windows in the squareCome come charmer come on over for the dayDisappearing cocoa forests flash and dieFortunes crumble all demolished in the bay

Brian Eno Miss Shapiro