When I was a kid I wanted to grow up and be a cop in a province town or county I thought it would be great if somedy i could only ever be a Mountie I wanted to beat up crooks and make arrests because that's part of the profession But now I just sit on my horse and tell American tourists the parliament's in session
I really don't look good in red and my stupid hat flies off my head in every parade I'm young and strong and have no fear but now I'm spending my career in Motorcades (keep it moving)
I wanna enforce the law, I wanna wear normal clothes I don't wanna have to smile for diplomat's home videos I'm good at workin' real hard, I should have joined the Coast Gaurd Oh no the RCMP, is not the life for me
(Come on everybody dance like me!)
I used to think that a Mountie had to be honest, loyal, humble strong and thrifty But even though we don't break ranks we get no thanks, they took us off the fifty (dollar bill) On Sussex Drive in hallowed halls we act like gaurds in shopping malls, it's such a pain (ah, come on in they're sleeping) Like someone's plotting the assassination of the minister of Sports and Recreation oh that's insane
Sometimes I just wanna puke on Sgt. Preston of the Yukon Dudley Dooright's such a jerk (Damn You Snidely!!) And though he tries with all his heart, my horse couldn't catch a shopping cart Somedays I hate to go to workTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
