To all the snakes that crawl
And the pictures on the wall
And the people that come go
I make my way to my artificial home
It's a late night horror show
And I pirouette just to place my bet Madam
On an ocean cruise with a rose
Between my teeth and not too much to lose
To be home with you in electric blue
Either one I choose
Just to walk my way, crawl my way Madam
Ohhh
So don't give me a pat on my back
A silver coin to help me on my way
And spoil this Casablanca Holiday
To the highway man and sky plane man
They all can read the signs
There's a lighthouse beacon
Won't let us weaken and we keep
Up with the times
Oh The ocean breaks my hands they shake, Madam
Ohhh
To your fence post shrine, like beyond the grime
The lost planet hits the road
To my good girls ribbon, the love ungiven
This love I can't unload
What can I say,except I'm amazed Madam
Oh baby I must confess I would be in a hell of a mess
If I lost your address
Don't you give me now
Don't you give me a pat on the back
A silver coin to help me on my way
And spoil this Casablanca Holiday
Oh Casablanca
Oh Casablanca
It's a holiday
Oh Casablanca
Holiday
Oh Casablanca
Oh Casablanca
It's a holiday
Casablanca was written by Graham Brazier.
Casablanca was produced by Richard Lush.