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