Jacques Lamure Lyrics

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