It was a cold night in a hot town
When the alderman’s wife pulled her shirt down
She was on to Tommy like a cheap suit
She thought his hair was cute or something
It was a cold night in a hot town
When the alderman’s wife let her guard down
She was so excited she could hardly speak
The tequila swept her off her feet or something
There’s a million stories in the naked dominion
Coast to coast
The real Canadians, the real Canadians
It was a hot night in a cold town
When a young accountant let his hair down
I must admit he was a cute fruit
But Harley gave him the boot anyway
There’s a million stories in the naked dominion
Coast to coast
The real Canadians, the real Canadians
At a retirement party in a naval town
A Canadian groupie laid her guns down
When we asked her if she was really ready
She said she and Jesus were goin’ steady
There’s a million stories in the naked dominion
Coast to coast
The real Canadians, the real Canadians, the real Canadians …
From the Malahat, to Kitimat, to Medicine Hat to Uranium City
From Thunder Bay, to Saint Jervais,
all the way to St. Johns, Newfoundland
The real Canadians …
