歌曲 | Canadia - Original |
歌手 | MC Frontalot |
专辑 | Final Boss |
下载 | 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 |