Canadian Goo

I've been to Canada many a time,
It's beautiful country that's true,
The best damn the thing in the whole darn place?
Man, it's gotta be Canadian Goo.

If you love your bacon at breakfast time,
Well, I ain't gonna criticize you,
I prefer pancakes served with butter,
And a drizzle of Canadian Goo.

Oh yeah baby, Canadian Goo,
They suck it out of trees,
Then they sell it to you,
Sweet is the taste of liberty...
Oh Canada give it me.

In Quebec City they say "mets-en!",
In Toronto they just say "Ay!"
In No fun City they don't cheer much,
If the Canucks ain't playin' today.

Pour it on ice cream, have it with fish,
By I'm tellin' you, whatever you do,
Don't ever add it to your Poutine,
That's a waste of Canadian Goo!

Oh yeah baby, Canadian Goo,
They suck it out of trees,
Then they sell it to you,
Sweet is the taste of liberty...
Oh Canada give it me.

When the winter winds be startin' to bite,
Grab yourself a bottle and bundle up tight,
Just what you need on a cold dark night,
Authentic liquid dynamite.

(Well, that and Crown Royal Black label...)

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Thanks for the inspiration, I'll go pour myself a glass ;)

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