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I once knew a man, his name was Tom Tulloch, I went into his room and then he made me hot chocolate. Not hot cocoa, he's not Tim Bullock. More like Tim Horton, he's another crazy Canuck. He said he liked to drink milk in a baig and he'd never pledge allegiance to the flaig, main. That's cuz he's from a magical land up in the Great White North known as Canananada.
C, eh?, N, eh?, D, eh? CANADA!!!
I wrote this song in the key of C cuz C stands for Canada. Then I play an A chord cuz CA stands for Canananada. And unfortunately there's not an N chord so we go to the next chord which is of chorus the chord of A, eh's what they say in Canananada! Now let's go up to a D cuz C-A-N-A-D- spells Cananada, and then we go to the .....[jiberrish]
["Alright, you little Newfies! Mooseburgers are done! And don't you know the only thing better than a good mooseburger is 2 brewskies and a cup of maple syrup, don't you know!"]
It's just like the U.S., except it's another country. A country where people aren't all fat and lazy. You can get fined if you don't recycle. And if you say being gay is wrong you can go to jail.
["Hey, who wants to go ote and abote scotin' for trote, eh?" "'Trote?'" "Yeah, trote." "You mean 'trout'?" "It's spelled like trote, eh?"]
Oh, Canada, Canada. Caneenaynahnewnonuhnanada! ...
Canada, Canada, Canny-nanny-nana-DUH!
Why don't you hosers take off, eh?!
Oh, Cahnahnahnahnahnahda! Take off.
It's like America's attic.