Оригинален текст
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