Still finding your place
You cheer for the Habs
Watch The Amazing Race
The kids have made friends
Learned some French, ate Subway
But you cannot find work
And you have just four weeks’ grace
Lo and behold
It’s Canada Day
The PM looks lost touring a tipi in the rain
The natives around you
No flags do they wave
Just beers and grilled beef
And a look of disdain
CHORUS
Don’t fly your flag so mighty
So high
Don’t mix bloody Caesars
With ginger and rye
Know that at the root
Of every symbol is some lie
Don’t mix bloody Caesars
With ginger and rye
The cure for your hangover
If you haven’t yet clued-in
Comes from filtered Florida OJ,
Picked by Mexican migrants
Mixed with Brita-filtered water
(Thanks to the Germans)
And a Samsung-brewed coffee
Picked by Indonesian kids
CHORUS
If the Maple Leaf still means
Anything worth a fight
It’s writ ‘tween the lines
Of that Charter of Rights
So don’t hang your patriotism
On a populist rant
On a tax-payer’s gripe
Or an immigrant’s back
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