Mr. Speaker,
Winter is coming, Christmas is near, The anti-American carollers cheer, Damning those Yankees with all that they've got, Carolin', carolin'; Perish the thought.
The carollers sing out the simplest of tunes,All Yankees are brutish, warmongering loonsNever thinking that they're the best friends that we've got,Carolin', carolin'; Perish the thought.
Their soldiers, their firemen, had husbands and wives,They stood up for freedom, they paid with their lives,But the anti-Americans have already forgot,Carolin', carolin'; Perish the thought.
Canadian farmers cannot sell their beef,Too much is their cattle, abundant their grief,But the Liberal relief plan is let them smoke pot,Carolin', carolin'; Perish the thought.
What the carollers chant is unwise and untrue,To quiet them a piece of duct tape would do.But the Prime Minister needs all the friends that he's got.Except carolin', carolin'; Perish the thought.