I told my new boyfriend I would write a song for him
He speaks in the language of Charles de Gaulle
And he sleeps in doorways, sleeps in the garden
He sleeps in my bed most of all
In Montreal you can get anything, anything at all
Just go down to Sainte-Catherine
Just go down to the cathedral

Last night he came home dusted to the eyeballs
He scored a little package
And he claimed he was the king of the kingdom of Quebec 
And rode through the streets mopping up crime and illegality
He claimed I was right there beside him, I was his police chief
And everyone was cheering for us he said
Everyone was crying

So I told my new boyfriend we can move to Arizona
Where the air is pure and clean
And they dress saguaro cactus up like Santa Claus
And have a holiday they call Thanksgiving
And everything will be okay finally
And the sky there is so blue
You can hear bells
Shit you can see the angels