Thank you so much

Ooooooh Come back proud Canadians
To before you had T.V.
No hockey night in Canada
There was no CBC
(Oh my god!)

In 1812, Madison was mad
He was the president you know
Well, he thought he'd tell the British
Where they ought to go.

He thought he'd invade Canada
He thought that he was tough
Instead we went to Washington
And burned down all his stuff

And the White House burned, burned, burned
And we're the ones that did it
It burned, burned, burned
While the President ran and cried
It burned, burned, burned
And things were very historical
And the Americans ran and cried
Like a bunch of little babies, wah wah wah
In the War of 1812

Now us hillbillies from Kentucky
Dressed in green and red
Left home to fight in Canada
But they returned home dead

It's the only war the Yankees lost
Except for Vietnam
And also the Alamo
Right, and the Bay of Ham

The loser was America
The winner was ourselves
So join right in an gloat about
The War of 1812

And the White House burned, burned, burned
And we're the ones that did it
It burned, burned, burned
While the President ran and cried
It burned, burned, burned
And things were very historical
And the Americans ran and cried
Like a bunch of little babies, wah wah wah
In the War of 1812

In 1812 we were just sittin' around
Mindin' our own business
Puttin' crops into the ground!
We heard the soldiers coming
And we didn't like that sound
So we took a boat to Washington
And burned it to the ground

Ooooh, we fired our guns
But the Yankees kept a' comin'
There wasn't quite as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more
And the Yankees started runnin'
Down the Mississippi
To the Gulf of Mexico-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

They ran through the snow
They ran through the forests
They ran through the bushes
Where the beavers wouldn't go
They ran so fast
They forgot to take their culture
Back to America
And Gulf of Texico-oh-oh

Sooo, if you go to Washington
Its buildings clean and nice
Bring a pack of matches
And we'll burn the White House twice!

And the White House burned, burned, burned
But the Americans won't admit it
It burned, burned, burned
It burned and burned and burned
(It)burned, burned, burned
Now bet that made them mad
And the Americans ran and cried
Like a bunch of little babies, wah wah wah

*Crying noises*

In the War
(In the War!)
Of 1812!

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