Canadian Country Man

I'm a good old Canadian country man

I keep a pint of Keith's

In both of my hands

I'll smoke a pack of darts

Faster than you can

'Cause I'm a good old Canadian country man

Well the boys are here

But the women left

There's lots of farting

Lots of drinking, lots of cigarettes

And it's about that time

To hunker down

But not until we have ourselves

One more round

Now outside I hear a hootin' and a holler and a cheer

So I head out there

After I chug my beer

There appears to be a tussle that's goin' down

So I grab my buddies

And we gather 'round

Well, it's the toughest bastard in the whole damn town

And he's messin' around

With some other clown

I'm not much for fightin'

And I'm not much for blood

So I turn around

And head 'er back to the pub

I'm a good old Canadian country man

I keep a pint of Keith's

In both of my hands

I'll smoke a pack of darts

Faster than you can

'Cause I'm a good old Canadian country man

Now the doors are locked

And the pub is shut

So I yell down to

My buddy Gus

"You wanna head back to your's

For a moon and a beer?"

Now without a doubt

Old Gus is keen

'Cause he's the best damn buddy

That I'd ever seen

So we start on foot

And head around to the back of the pub

Well I know I'd left

Some beers back here

They were next to the dumpster

But they disappeared

So it looks like we're walkin' home

With empty hands

'Cause I'm a good old Canadian country man

I keep a pint of Keith's

In both of my hands

I'll smoke a pack of darts

Faster than you can