The French Major Lyrics

I got the Hermes Baby out

And my fingers took flight

Doesn't matter if I get the facts right

I knew her as Blue

But her real name was Maud

She loved the Shangri-La's

And the Paisley Underground

Ooh la la la oh

She spoke with a mangled lisp

Her Superfudge paperback

Lay near the bed

Next to the dog-eared Marx

That she never read

After just one year

In these hallowed halls

This girl from the sticks

Leaned over the falls

What she did next would shock

A ruddy-faced nun

She trust-fell over the railing

When she knew there was no one

Ooh la la

And now she can't go back home to find

A carved message left behind

It was still in the arm of the oak

A document of an inside joke

Oh when they fished her out

There was little doubt

It was the French major