(Stimpy)
Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcuses
And we have to clean up after them
And our sadle sores are the best
We proudly wear womens’ clothing
And seering sandblows up our skirts!
(Ren joins with Stimpy)
And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
And our bones will bleach in the sun
(Stimpy)
That’s it!
(Ren & Stimpy)
And we will probably go to (censored)
And that is our great reward
For being the
Ro-oy-oy-al
Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!
(Stimpy)
C’mon everybody!
(Everyone)
Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcuses
And we have to clean up after them
And our sadle sores are the best
We proudly wear womens’ clothing
And seering sand blows up our skirts
And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to (censored)
And that is our great reward
For being the
Ro-oy-oy-al
Canadian
Kilted
YAKSMEN!