Lyrics
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