Aside from that one phrase I can't get, here's a more complete version of the lyrics, plus grammar/spelling fixes:
Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot
Don't wanna be some beer swilling hockey nut
And do I look like some frostbitten hose head?
I never learned my alphabet from A to Z
They all live in donuts and moose beaks
And they leave the house without packing heat
Never even bring their guns to the mall
And ya know what else is too funny?
Their stupid monopoly money
Can't take 'em seriously at all
Well maple syrup and snow's what they export
They treat curling just like it's a real sport
They think their silly accent is so cute
Can't understand a thing they’re talking aboot
Sure they get their national healthcare
Cheaper meds, ??, and clear air
Then again, well they got Celine Dion
Eat their weight in Kraft macaroni
And dream of driving a zamboni
All over Saskatchewan
Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot
We'll figure out the temperature in Celsius
See the map? They're hoverin' right over us
Tell you the truth it makes me kinda nervous
Always hear the same kinda story
Break your nose and they'll just say "Sorry"
Tell me, what kinda freaks are that polite?
It's gotta mean they're all up to something
So quick, before they see it coming
Time for a preemptive strike
Aside from that one phrase I can't get, here's a more complete version of the lyrics, plus grammar/spelling fixes:
Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot Don't wanna be some beer swilling hockey nut And do I look like some frostbitten hose head? I never learned my alphabet from A to Z
They all live in donuts and moose beaks And they leave the house without packing heat Never even bring their guns to the mall And ya know what else is too funny? Their stupid monopoly money Can't take 'em seriously at all
Well maple syrup and snow's what they export They treat curling just like it's a real sport They think their silly accent is so cute Can't understand a thing they’re talking aboot
Sure they get their national healthcare Cheaper meds, ??, and clear air Then again, well they got Celine Dion Eat their weight in Kraft macaroni And dream of driving a zamboni All over Saskatchewan
Don't wanna be a Canadian idiot We'll figure out the temperature in Celsius See the map? They're hoverin' right over us Tell you the truth it makes me kinda nervous
Always hear the same kinda story Break your nose and they'll just say "Sorry" Tell me, what kinda freaks are that polite? It's gotta mean they're all up to something So quick, before they see it coming Time for a preemptive strike