Lyrics
Listen up! I'm an American
And I know just what to be scared of man
When I hear the word "foreign" I go
Immediately down to the GroceryCo
For my anti-terrorism do-it-yourself
Home kit that they got there up on the shelf
With my stubbornly health, I can't get exploded
Haven't got wealth enough to devote it
In such large measure to picking up bits
So I'd better be prepared on the terrorist tip!
And I do that there in the simplest way
By carefully considering Canad-i-a
And deeming its shiftiness quotient high
Got a notion why and it's ocean sized
And I'm mostly fine with you people, but watch it
Canadica strikes me as unpatriotic
Let me get this straight
Provinces, not states?
Who's your president?
See, that's what I meant!
Post the border guard!
Prepare to bombard!
Countrymen, I say to ya
Beware Canadia!
How'd we ever get so misconstrued?
I thought I heard 'em all, but this one's rude
Listen, dude, don't ask for favors
Then speak ill of your next door neighbor
From West Coast ravers to Northeast seal hunt, I'm shocked
How am I supposed to feel, Frontalot?
Jeez, keep your guns and Glocks under locks and keys, please!
I'm stopped and freezed, cops are easily bought for cheap
I know not to sleep when I walk the streets of
New York or Los Angeles, crime riddled cities
A fine kettle of fish where you'll find little pity
Every piddly bit of validity in me
Exhibits lividity: you're an idiot indeed!
Consider me out; your beef doesn't concern me
I'm cutting dead weight like a weekend at Bernie's
Let me get this straight
Provinces, not states?
Who's your president?
See, that's what I meant!
Post the border guard!
Prepare to bombard!
Countrymen, I say to ya
Beware Canadia!
Yo, Jesse, I think that dude Front's onto us