Of Montreal - Jacques Lamure lyrics

Jacques Lamure is a

volunteer fireman

He longs to give his life

Saving a nice old man and his wife

When their house is

filled with flames

Earning him honor and fame

Jacques Lamure is a foreman

at a clock factory

He wishes he were boss

So he could fire that scoundrel William Moss

Who always puts him down

When Megan Blanchard is around

He told himself last year

that when springtime was here

He would suddenly appear at Meg's door

He'd rent a mariachi band and respectfully demand

His dear Meg to take his hand

And to be his forever more

But of course he didn't dare

and pretended not to care

About the insult or the loss

When he found out she'd married William Moss

Jacques Lamure goes to see a show

every other Friday night

He likes the westerns best

He'd rather be a sheriff with a gold star on his chest

Than that weird guy who never says a word

And when spoken to pretends he hadn't heard

He realized one day that he didn't have to stay

That he could move as far away as planes could fly

He chuckled as he mused

About the people who had rused him

And how shocked and confused that they would be

When he says goodbye and never turns around

Never returns to that miserable town

Then as weeks passed he soon did find

This move had greatly improved his state of mind