Jacques Lamure lyrics |
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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 |
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