Lyrics Scott Dunbar - The Girls Of Montreal

Montreal is a dangerous place
You might crash your bike
Or you might sit on a bench and cry
Boy I'm gonna tell you why

They're walking past you morning, evening
Walking past you day and night
And not a single one that you know, boy
Isn't that a fright?
They are every one so pretty
Your heart will leap, your spirits sail
- You're a fool?
With walls of shapely necks and things,
It is a jail.

I see you first thing in the morning
Out the window in the street
Knock it off! Knock it off...
I'm just a poor boy trying to make my way
And all i can do is feel lonely,
Knock it off, knock it off...
I can't stand you with your bosoms
And your bushy little tails,
Ooh, woman, won't you hide it with a veil?
The girls of Montreal will leave you crying,
Lying facedown in your soup, facedown in your soup,
Facedown in your soup.

So you're like a drunkard in a liquorstore
You want a taste from every bottle, don't you?
Poorboy, that is how you will find your end
So the drunk just sits on the floor
And weeps his broken heart
Be careful what you wish for
My little friends
For they are here in every colour,
Every shape and size and more
With bedazzling eyes and hair and stories
Frankly, dealing with them is a chore
Good luck getting on with any of the serious stuff of life
Cause you'll be a stupid crying schoolboy in Montreal, man
That's right...

And you'll sing...

I see you first thing in the morning
Out the window in the street
Knock it off! Knock it off...
I'm just a poor boy trying to make my way
And all i can do is feel lonely,
Knock it off, knock it off...
I can't stand you with your bosoms
And your bushy little tails,
Ooh, woman, won't you hide it with a veil?

...Its an abomination, its absurd, its disgusting,
Haven't you heard?

The girls of Montreal will leave you crying,
Lying facedown in your soup, facedown in your soup,
Facedown in your soup.