Don't want to be a Canadian idiot Don?t want to be some beer swillin' hockey nut And do I look like some frostbitten hosehead? I never learned my alphabet
What gives you the right to tell others what to do? You sit in judgement, you can't be wrong, Your infallible power's undeniably wrong. You can kill
if you wanna make the scene You'll make it sooner or later You're really hanging with the crowd You know the ins and the outs here All Canadian Surf
Hi, I have a message to April LaPine from America's heartland Socks go on your feet, not your arms If God wanted 'em on your arms, he would've put Little
Canadian, K.D Lang is a Canadian, Martin Short is a Canadian, Predare Trudeau, is a Canadian, Micheal.J.Fox is a Canadian, Lesley Nealson is a Canadian
We met in the springtime When blossoms unfold The pastures were green And the meadows were gold Our love was in flower As summer grew on A love like
Knock loud, I'm home Just sleeping to pass the time Wondering if you'll come by to visit me Ten years have passed Since you walked out of my life But
One, two, three, four Andy The summer's over I never noticed Did you really think you'd leave so fast This morning Was feeling colder One year older
I'm a dreaming man Yes that's my problem (Dreaming man) I can't tell when I'm Not being real In the meadow dusk I park my Aerostar (Dreaming man) With
Make your bed the river young girl Make your bed the river young girl La la la la la la: Make your bed the river young girl Did you come here to meet
In California I dream of snow And all the places we used to go With the night falling down With the night falling down Now I'm living in Korea Town Waking
Poor Ellen Smith, how was she found Shot through the heart lying cold on the ground Her body was mangled, and all cast around A blood marks the spot where
Oh lie I thought you were golden I thought you were wise Caught you returning To the house you caught fire But I know that I was your favorite And I said
You are the morning, I am the night I was the only one left at the right time And only I still call you mine Only I'm still hanging on Blown by a strong
Un Canadien Errant (A wandering Canadian,) Banni de ses foyers, (banned from his hearths,) Parcourait en pleurant (travelled while crying) Des pays etrangers
There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run Where the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun Long before the white man
Looks like we made it Look how far we've come my baby I'm glad we took the long way We knew we'd get there someday They said, "I bet they'll never make