We oughta name this song after you: call it "Canada".

Imagine a country so blue, backwards it's adanac.

I'm at a loss for words explaining the sentiments.

(????), prized substance - you invented it.



Imagine there was a time your cigar was ironic.

You've been at it so long, it's chronic.



We oughta name this song after you: call it "Canada".

Imagine a country so blue, backwards it's adanac. *Brandon Matuja* *Max Hicks