Thursday, July 07, 2005

Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen

American news coverage of the London bombing are appalling. Don't these places have bureaus in the UK? Canada's stuff is a bit better, but thank goodness I have the BBC.

This song was in my head all through the holiday:

Our Country wreaks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle soars are the best
We proudly wear woman's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts
And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to h*ck
And that is our great reward
For being the-uh Ro-yal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen

Play hockey.

1 comment:

Carlie said...

I sing that song sometimes to entertain myself...