"Night Train To Munich"

Meet me at the station underneath the clockCarry an umbrella, no need to talkThe man in the homburg, hiding in the fogWill be watchingGet yourself a ticket, go through the gateAt seven forty-five precisely, don't be lateIf anybody follows don't hesitateKeep on walkingAnd take the night train to MunichRumbling down the trackAfter half an hour in the restaurant carLook for the conductorAnd there will be a stain on his tunicA paper underneath his armThen you'd better pray that he doesn't look awayOr you'll never, never, never come back.When you get the paper take a look insideOn page twenty-seven there's a photo of a brideUnderneath the story of a man who diedIn MoroccoMemorize the article word for wordThe man in the homburg understands the codeMake sure the conversation isn't overheardThey're around youchorusI really wouldn't ask if there was anybody elseBut I now you've got the knack of taking care of yourselfAnd they don't know your face so there won't be anyoneLooking for youWhen you get to Munich we'll be waiting in the carDon't look around, just walk straight outIf you don't show, I'm sorry for the painI caused youchorus