Intro :
Your multilingual business friend
Has packed her bags and fl ed
Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays
And the lipsticked unmade bed
The mirror on reflecti on
Has climbed back upon the w all
For the floor she found desce nded
And the ceiling was too t all
Your trouser cuffs are di rty
And your shoes are laced up wr ong
You'd better take off your homb urg
'cos your overcoat is too l ong
The town clock in the market square
Stands waiting for the hour
When it's hands they both turn backwards
And on meeting will dev our
Both themselves and also any fool
Who d ares to tell the time
And the sun and moon will s hatter
And the signposts cease to sign
Your trouser cuffs are di rty
And your shoes are laced up wr ong
You'd better take off your homb urg
'cos your overcoat is too l ong