Montreal Songtext
von The Tragically Hip

We′d like to do a song now
About the identification process
It's called Montreal

She used to like lavender pantsuits
Long black velvet gloves
Smiles across crowded rooms
To the only boy she ever loved

Don′t you worry
Her mother's gonna make her look good
Don't you worry
Her mother′s gonna make her look good


Didn′t like leopard coats
Or tall thin millionaires
Kissing everybody on New Year's Eve or
Sending men to electric chairs

Don′t you worry
Her mother's gonna make her look good
Don′t you worry
Her father's gonna make her look good

The chance to explain
Oh why don′t you just explain
Come on explain away

The snow is so merciless
In poor old Montreal
In spite of everything that's happened
Yeah, in spite of it all


Don't you worry
Her mother′s gonna make her look good
Don′t you worry
Her father's gonna make her look good