From the recording Stolen Seasons The Musical: Vol 1
Lyrics
O Canada, yes we’ll be coming;
If we stay here, we’ll end up slumming
With every Donald, Dick and Harry
Who made our Hallowe’en so scary.
Canada, land to the north,
Please accept our plighted troth.
Those yokels who spewed hate and froth;
Let them remain while we go forth!
O Canada, please say we’re friends:
As racists Rebel-yell, “We win!”
We can’t explain the phenomenon
Of what it took to hoist this moron
To the Office he now ascends.
He tricked his voters who knew so little,
Perplexed their brains with lie and riddle,
Harangued the press with whimper and outrage;
His reality show became wall-to-wall coverage.
As “pussy grabbers” celebrate,
We remember the days when we worked to create
A fairer world (kind of like yours),
So we could become a better State.
In short, we’d like to emigrate.
O Canada, O Shiny Nation,
We’re waiting for your invitation.
... And waiting ...
What! You do not want us there?
Can’t qualify for free healthcare?
You advise we stay in place,
Wage peace with each and every race,
Melt down the guns we all must have,
Stop worshipping our golden calves.
You say this mess is what we’ve sown:
The craziest country the world has known.
Call up Musk and contact Mars:
Activate the Star Wars Bar,
Find a Wookie and email NASA—
We need a new world we can master. After all,
We’ve had such bleeding success with ours—
Can’t wait to fly those flying cars,
Excelsior and Talley-Ho—
Into outer-space we’ll go.
There’s a whole new world to colonize,
So fire up the Enterprise
And climb on board with shouts and cries—
We’ll start a mad rush to the skies!
We’ll reap the wealth, enslave the masses
(While carefully covering our asses)
And leave this racist war-torn dump
To the Hunger Games and Donald Trump.