Oh, the French girls with their 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 swapping disappointing incidents While at the dock another ship pulls in And suddenly the door breaks down (Hourah!) It's the Seven Deadly Finns! Oh soldiers and sailors Have all been there 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 shouldanever been with those guys. Although variety is the spice of life, A steady rhythm is the source Simplicity is the crucial thing Systemically of course (work it on out like Norbert Weiner) 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...