Miss Shapiro Lyrics - Brian Eno

All the peasants in the squares 

At their tables and their chairs 

Set to salvage certain numbers 

From the wonder of the Tundra 

And the muses in the gloom 

Counting needles in their rooms 

On the carpet in the corner 

In a kind of secret slumber 

While the in formation rain 

Slashed the dirty windowpane to the square 

Smoky broads and smoky windows in the square 

Come come charmer come on over for the day 

Disappearing cocoa forests flash and die 

Fortunes crumble all demolished in the bay 

Over forty pointed people 

In the perfect pointed steeple 

Looked to see the lucky number 

Yes the wonder of the Tundra 

Had come up to fame and fortune 

Singing his tune, my tune, your tune 

Wooing daughters of the gifted 

On the carpets of the courtrooms 

While the tickets were expensive 

The show was quite relentless in the square 

Dalai Llama lame puss puss 

Stella maris missa nobis 

Miss a dinner Miss Shapiro 

Shampoos pot-pot pinkies pampered 

Movement hampered like at Christmas 

Ha-ha isn't life a circus 

Round in circles like the Archers 

Always stiff or always starchy 

Yes it's happening and it's fattening 

And it's all that we can get into the show