Casablanca from Joker Moon by Will Musham

Step inside my backdoor mind,
See my city on the edge of time,
There is intrigue in the air, but we don't keep secrets there,
Well, I call it Casablanca

I can tell you're on the run,
So come rest beneath the purple sun,
You can plot your schemes at night beneath a million gems of light,
In my dream of Casablanca

Hey Garçon, give my guest here a special table,
Garçon, serve my guest, say, the '42 wine,
Meet Marlene, sleek in her mink and her sable,
Hear her sing a song that weaves like a tropical vine

Hey, there's Ingrid by the door,
I hope Rick don't love her any more,
That's the trouble with down below, I don't always have control,
But that's just life in Casablanca

Listen to the jabberwocky gypsies play,
Go love Fatima in her lavender dress,
Be expecting nothing less that you will come and confess
All your sins in Casablanca

Hey, Fräulein, are you sad, are you lonely?
Your adventure here can be had for a wish
Why not start it off with our house special dinner,
A bed of mystic rice with a Mediterranean fish

There's a swarthy sultan's son,
He plays the nightly casbah drum,
Take closer look and see that the sultan's son is me,
But then I'm everyone in Casablanca

• Folk
• rock
• Ithaca