(To the tune of "Our Country 'Tis Of Thee")
Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts
And the buzzards circle overhead
Poisonous snakes will devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to <fart>
And that is our great reward
For being the loyal
Candian Kilted Yaksmen!
Done FROM MEMORY, dammit. :)
And now, with a little help:
Sheila: Times have changed
Our kids are kids are getting worse
They won't obey their parents
They just want to fart and curse!
Sharon: Should we blame the government?
Liane: Or blame society?
Dads: Or should we blame the images on TV?
Sheila: No, blame Canada!
Everyone: Blame Canada!
Sheila: With all their beady little eyes
And flappin' heads so full of lies
Everyone: Blame Canada! Blame Canada!
Sheila: We need to form a full assault
Everyone: It's Canadas fault!
Sharon: Don't blame me
For my son Stan
He saw the darn cartoon
And now he's off to join the Klan!
Liane: And my boy Eric once
Had my picture on his shelf
But now when I see him he tells me to fuck myself!
Sheila: Well, blame Canada!
Everyone: Blame Canada!
It seems that everythings gone wrong
Since Canada came along
Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
Some Guy: They're not even a real country anyway
Ms. McCormick: My son could've been a doctor or a
lawyer it's true
Instead he burned up like a piggy on a barbecue
Everyone: Should we blame the matches?
Should we blame the fire?
Or the doctors who allowed him to expire?
Sheila: Heck no!
Everyone: Blame Canada!
Blame Canada!
Sheila: With all their hockey hubbabaloo
Liane: And that bitch Anne Murray, too
Everyone: Blame Canada!
Shame on Canada
The smut we must stop
The trash we must smash
Laughter and fun
must all be undone
We must blame them and cause a fuss
Before someone thinks of blaming
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus!
DG
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