Oh oh the French Girls with the string of pearls
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Think it's such a fucking shame
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That the local boys with their country joys
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Never make them daisy chains
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They're swapping disappointing incidents
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While at the docks another ship pulls in
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And suddenly the door breaks down (ooh la la)
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It's the Seven Deadly Finns
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Oh oh oh soldiers and sailors
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Have all been here before
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Gigolos and governments
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Have tumbled through that door
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Because they need those French girls with all their kiss curls
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And powder in their guns
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And the Seven Finns with their deadly grins
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Tend to measure beauty in tuns.
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The first is a freak with a masochistic streak
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And the second is a kitten up a tree
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The third is a flirt with an awful print skirt
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And the fourth is pretending to be me
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The fifth wears a mac and never turns his back
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The sixth never shows his eyes
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But the seventh Deadly Finn is so tall and slim
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He shoulda never been with those guys.
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Although variety's the spice of life
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A steady rhythm is the source
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Simplicity's the crucial thing
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systemically of course (work it all out like Norbert Wiener)
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So if those French girls say to you
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'Would you like your ashes piped ?'
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You'll have to take their word for it
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It's the only thing to take...
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Seven Deadly Finns
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| Brian Eno |
