Eh, Canada!

By Want2Believe

Canadian girls and Canadian guys
They’ll always skate around and check
They’ll always recognize
When the Maple Leaf flies
There’s a lot of men fed
So we sleep in flannel at night when we lay down our head

My daddy served in the Mounties
Where he lost his right tooth but he flew a flag out in our yard
Until the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy
Mari usque ad Mare

Now this nation that I love has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flyin’ in from somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly
It was Marty McSorley
Man, we lit up your goal
Like the one Gretzky

Hey Uncle Stanely, put your name at the bottom of his cup
And Rocky and Bullwinkle started shakin’ their fists
And the beaver will swim man, it’s gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom start slappin’ her tail
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to them courtesy of the red white and Blue Light

Justice will be served and the Molsen will age
This big moose will fight when you rattle his cage
And you’ll be sorry that you messed with
The Canada of eh?
‘Cause we’ll put a skate in your neck
It’s the Canadian way

Hey Uncle Stanely, put your name at the bottom of his cup
And Rocky and Bullwinkle started shakin’ their fists
And the beaver will swim man, it’s gonna be hell
When you hear mother freedom start slappin’ her tail
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to them courtesy of the red white and Blue Light
Oh oh of the red white and Blue Light
Oh oh of their red white and Blue Light

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