Jungle Stadium

I could sing about Kentucky but I wasn't born there.
I've never been anywhere.
I could go to California, but I'd rather be in Texas.
I never meant to mourn ya in the battle of the sexes.
Never thought I'd lower myself down to saying a dirty word.
But apparently it's exercise that's never said or heard.
If I'd been born in Oklahoma you know I'd have moved to Omaha.
But I live up hear in Canada with my good old ma and pa.
Spit on the fire.
Maybe it'll run away.
I know I would.
You haven't brushed your teeth in days.
You know I wasn't born in good old U.S. of A.
I'm from way up North in young Canada, eh.
I can't understand a thing Americans talk aboot.
Reality shows and Axl Rose and politics that's moot.
Put the shoeshine on the beaver skin that I use for my hat.
I can see my bones beneath my skin.
Americans are fat.
Jokes on you, my good friend, but don't pull one on me.
I just got myself a shotgun.
Don't know if legally.
From Florida to Yukon, let's prove we're number one.
I wonder who would survive the best in a jungle stadium.
Frozen Northwest Territories.
Write your words in Canadese.
And we can ruin all of these.
Pornographic industries.
Jungle stadium.
Brazil, Brazil, Brazil!
Brazil, Brazil, Brazil!
Brazil, Brazil, Brazil!