Green gardens, cold Montreal Crooked pictures that hang in the hall It's the golden day, golden day, gold, you recall on cue Oooh, it's old news. When the world revolved around you, yeah Faculty members agreed to a certain degree And the girl that followed the rules, yeah Looked good on paper, but lacked a central theme The coffee could use more cream Friends blow away, blow away, blow like a cloud Kids go away, go away, go, it's allowed And all of the days spent close to your crowd were few To the girl that followed the rules, yeah It looked good on paper, and gave it a college try Now the ink and her humour is dry Friends blow away, blow away, blow like a cloud Kids go away, go away, go, it's allowed And all of the days spent close to her crowd are through Oooh, it's the truth Green gardens, cold Montreal