The Bald Moroccan

There's a bald Moroccan on the rooftop tonight, and we know what he wants cos it's always the same, there's a bald Moroccan on the rooftop tonight

He's a loaded weapon and the looks so uptight but nobody's wrong and nobody's right

And I'm not prejudiced, I'm not incredulous, cos I know everyone you see could be carrying a message for me

There's a bag beside him and it's torn at the seams, and he knows how it looks and he knows what it means

I maybe should admit I can't see into it but I know everyone you see could be carrying a message for me

So let me take you into my confidence: there's nothing you can take that I wouldn't give you anyway, except my life, except my life

And I'm not prejudiced, I'm not incredulous, cos I know everyone you see could be carrying a message for me