French Perfume Lyrics by Great Big Sea
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It's of a bold young smuggler
From Fortune he did sail
He rode the waves from St. Pierre
And never saw the jail

He filled her up with contraband
Perfume, smokes and rum
He hoped the fog was thick enough
To make another run

[Chorus:]
You can still see the sight
On a winter's night
Of his wake in the light of the moon
If the wind turns right
If you don't take fright
You can smell that French perfume

But the Mountie boat was waiting
As he crawled near Mortier Bay
And when they hit the spotlight
It was like the light of day

He didn't bring her head round
When they told him to heave to
He opened up the engines
And he ran for Spanish Room

[Chorus]

They said they heard him laughing
With the Mounties closing in
His engines screaming murder
And his face set in a grin

The seagulls started lifting
Like an angry banshee choir
He hit the rocks at 50 clicks
And the sky lit up with fire

It's of of a bold young smuggler
From Fortune he did sail
He rode the waves from St. Pierre
And he never saw the jail

And when it's cold and foggy
On the rocks near Spanish Room
They say you hear him laughing
And you smell that French perfume

[Chorus (2x)]
It's of a bold young smuggler   From Fortune he did sail   He rode the waves from St. Pierre   And never saw the jail       He filled her up with contraband   Perfume, smokes and rum   He hoped the fog was thick enough   To make another run       [Chorus:]   You can still see the sight   On a winter's night   Of his wake in the light of the moon   If the wind turns right   If you don't take fright   You can smell that French perfume       But the Mountie boat was waiting   As he crawled near Mortier Bay   And when they hit the spotlight   It was like the light of day       He didn't bring her head round   When they told him to heave to   He opened up the engines   And he ran for Spanish Room       [Chorus]      They said they heard him laughing   With the Mounties closing in   His engines screaming murder   And his face set in a grin       The seagulls started lifting   Like an angry banshee choir   He hit the rocks at 50 clicks   And the sky lit up with fire       It's of of a bold young smuggler   From Fortune he did sail   He rode the waves from St. Pierre   And he never saw the jail       And when it's cold and foggy   On the rocks near Spanish Room   They say you hear him laughing   And you smell that French perfume       [Chorus (2x)]