French Lessons
“Vite, Vite!”
“Attention!”
“Et bien!”
Well, it’s half past two in the middle of June
An impressionable lad of fifteen
Loosens his tie and steals a smile
At a girl sitting next to him
Where her blouse doesn’t fit
He can see her white flesh
Cause him to move in his seat
And he hears his name as if far away
A tirade of words cuts the air
“You’re in here boy – for only one reason
Look this way – if you please!
Your French lessons and mine
Don’t - seem to be the same”
Wo Ho Ho – Wo Ho Ho
Well I read a feature about student teachers
Having the time of their lives
Sixth-form nubiles, “diluted” pupils
Looking them straight in the eye
With an undone button
And those innocent eyes
Pinned to the wall like a fly
Jim slips, on Nana’s skins
The schoolman’s starting to fry
A cold shower, with every hour
You can’t keep it up all day!
“Je suis fatigué”
“Et ça - qu’est-ce que c’est?”
“Je suis fatigué”
“Et pour demain vous apprenez la leçon - - George, ne fais pas ca” ……
(Ian: acoustic guitar, lead vocal. Richard: electric and acoustic guitars, VST brass. Martin: piano, synth brass, bass guitar, harmony vocal. Delia: strict French mistress. Derek: drums)
