| Song | Canadia - Original |
| Artist | MC Frontalot |
| Album | Final Boss |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. | |
| Canadia strikes me as unpatriotic. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| 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! | |
| [Jesse Dangerously] | |
| 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. | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Wordburglar] | |
| Yo, Jesse, I think that dude Front’s onto us. | |
| Time to let those neutron bombs erupt, | |
| then release Snake Men in the AM | |
| to make people watch reruns of Amen. | |
| “Say again?” No. | |
| Halifax-Jupiter-Mexico: | |
| we gotcha cornered like the edge of a room. | |
| We got alien heads in a tomb. | |
| “Eh?” Catch my drift like slipstream; | |
| it’s better on the top like whipped cream. | |
| Y’all can have Pamela Lee, | |
| R&D already cloned her family tree. | |
| We got implants for your medulla lobes. | |
| All we want to do is rule the globe | |
| but for now, we’ll let you make believe | |
| that we don’t put microchips in maple leaves. | |
| You put in the effort to pick up our language, | |
| though I do notice occasional manglage | |
| of pronunciation. The letters O U | |
| come out your mouth oooo. Don’t know why but they do. | |
| Plus somebody told me y’all are rich, | |
| got foliage, rock oil in pitch. | |
| But if you don’t have our freedom, you hate it. | |
| Gonna put you on the list to get liberated. | |
| C’mon! | |
| [Chorus] x 2 | |
| [Wordburglar] | |
| Yo Front man come visit | |
| we'll go to Tim Hortans and ugh | |
| check out some beavers | |
| We got loons and blue money | |
| snow pants | |
| and soup |
| 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 antiterrorism doityourself | |
| 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 Canadia | |
| 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. | |
| Canadia strikes me as unpatriotic. | |
| Chorus | |
| 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! | |
| Jesse Dangerously | |
| 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. | |
| Chorus | |
| Wordburglar | |
| Yo, Jesse, I think that dude Front' s onto us. | |
| Time to let those neutron bombs erupt, | |
| then release Snake Men in the AM | |
| to make people watch reruns of Amen. | |
| " Say again?" No. | |
| HalifaxJupiterMexico: | |
| we gotcha cornered like the edge of a room. | |
| We got alien heads in a tomb. | |
| " Eh?" Catch my drift like slipstream | |
| it' s better on the top like whipped cream. | |
| Y' all can have Pamela Lee, | |
| R D already cloned her family tree. | |
| We got implants for your medulla lobes. | |
| All we want to do is rule the globe | |
| but for now, we' ll let you make believe | |
| that we don' t put microchips in maple leaves. | |
| You put in the effort to pick up our language, | |
| though I do notice occasional manglage | |
| of pronunciation. The letters O U | |
| come out your mouth oooo. Don' t know why but they do. | |
| Plus somebody told me y' all are rich, | |
| got foliage, rock oil in pitch. | |
| But if you don' t have our freedom, you hate it. | |
| Gonna put you on the list to get liberated. | |
| C' mon! | |
| Chorus x 2 | |
| Wordburglar | |
| Yo Front man come visit | |
| we' ll go to Tim Hortans and ugh | |
| check out some beavers | |
| We got loons and blue money | |
| snow pants | |
| and soup |
| 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 antiterrorism doityourself | |
| 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 Canadia | |
| 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. | |
| Canadia strikes me as unpatriotic. | |
| Chorus | |
| 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! | |
| Jesse Dangerously | |
| 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. | |
| Chorus | |
| Wordburglar | |
| Yo, Jesse, I think that dude Front' s onto us. | |
| Time to let those neutron bombs erupt, | |
| then release Snake Men in the AM | |
| to make people watch reruns of Amen. | |
| " Say again?" No. | |
| HalifaxJupiterMexico: | |
| we gotcha cornered like the edge of a room. | |
| We got alien heads in a tomb. | |
| " Eh?" Catch my drift like slipstream | |
| it' s better on the top like whipped cream. | |
| Y' all can have Pamela Lee, | |
| R D already cloned her family tree. | |
| We got implants for your medulla lobes. | |
| All we want to do is rule the globe | |
| but for now, we' ll let you make believe | |
| that we don' t put microchips in maple leaves. | |
| You put in the effort to pick up our language, | |
| though I do notice occasional manglage | |
| of pronunciation. The letters O U | |
| come out your mouth oooo. Don' t know why but they do. | |
| Plus somebody told me y' all are rich, | |
| got foliage, rock oil in pitch. | |
| But if you don' t have our freedom, you hate it. | |
| Gonna put you on the list to get liberated. | |
| C' mon! | |
| Chorus x 2 | |
| Wordburglar | |
| Yo Front man come visit | |
| we' ll go to Tim Hortans and ugh | |
| check out some beavers | |
| We got loons and blue money | |
| snow pants | |
| and soup |