We didn't think very hard about where we came from
And how that in itself could do us so wrong
We didn't bother to learn anyone else's language
You don't need many words for a drunk conversation
As we traveled through each foreign land
We heard their jokes, and we wanted in
So, we called ourselves Canadian
Yeah, colour us Canadian
We're all stopped at the border
No one's getting through
This passport once was golden - guess that's no longer true
It wasn't drugs or cash - all that used to matter
It was a simple stare, and we knew not to feel flattered. When did it all go wrong? I'd like to know
We'd call ourselves Canadian - anything but American.
