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