The guitar-shaped swimming pool was a lie
The impression he gave her of life in the jet set was not quite right
He was nothing more or less than a humble pig farmer
With six filthy kids and a big ugly wife
But with a guitar in his hand he was a heartbreaking hero
Debonair and handsome singing all his songs
About life and love and living and sunshine and freedom
Charming all the girls with a wink of his eye and a song
Marie Louisa worked in a canteen
Supplying the workforce with hamburgers coffee and tea
She was nothing more or less than a small town dreamer
Yearning for a gap in her workaday routine
Dreaming of the day when a night in shining armour
Would ride into town and sweep her off her feet
Sing her some songs about life and love and living
And carry her away from the dull daily grind of the canteen
She swore that the day her prince would come
She would follow him anywhere stop working at the canteen as well
So when he came into town sang his songs and left her spellbound
She packed up her trousseau and caught the train to hell
With a guitar in his hand he was devilish and handsome
His voice was like silver as he sang her all his songs
And with a twinkle in his eye he told her all about his mansion
Called her his princess and painted her a picture that was wrong
The guitar-shaped swimming pool was a lie...
words and music Eric Goulden (Fire Publishing)
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