Canada is my home and native land
where ‘eh’s a question, not a vowel.
Where we pray in prairies that are grand
with Winnipeg where wicked wind will howl.
Hockey’s our national passion
we like to watch it for the fights.
Staying warm is our best fashion
cause, summer’s a luxury, not a right.
This land is home to 34 million persons
90% live within 100 miles of the border
and the remaining 10%
have all moved to Florida.
And into war we so rarely delve
we don’t spend so much on ships and tanks
we did win the War of 1812
but don’t tell the Yanks.
William Lyon MacKenzie King was a mad hatter
for 22 years he held the P.M.’s post.
Nuts, when he decided a national matter
he would first have a meeting with his dead dog’s ghost.
The P.M. gets elected with 38% of votes
and our senate is not elected, they are appointed.
We have a Queen, she’s born to be on the twenty dollar notes
we’re lead by these strangers and we wonder why we’re disappointed
by a government most of us didn’t vote for
by a government run by corporate puppets
who speak for the rich when we want to help the poor
it’s like surfing for porn and getting the Muppets.
But, we have got free health care and look, we are so proud
why don’t the USA, it makes you wonder, but,
here, rich or poor, sick or shot, all of us are allowed
take a number, they’ll get to you when your number’s up.
Oh, Canada, you’re a great place to live, wonderful to die
and at least dying’s free and easier than comedy
patriotism’s following orders blind, not asking why
keeping the electorate from voting is the key.