But enough of this. Let's do a nice little song about how we love our small towns and how much they mean to us

This town this town
This town is my home
So leave it alone. This is my town

Home is where the heart is.
It's where you hang your hat
When you travel
Home is where you begin
And when your journey is over
And you're coming back
Home is where they have to let you in

This town this town
This town is my home.
It's perfectly fine, and it's mine

This town this town
This town is my home.
So leave it alone.
This is my town

It's true this town is small
It's smaller than Montreal
And it doesn't have as many fleur de lys
Local government in effect
Is like any other one in Quebec
Minus the humongous unnecessary redundant byzantine overcomplicated overcomplex
burdensome redundant redundant bureaucracy

This town this town
This town is my home
It's perfectly fine, and it's mine
This town this town
This town is my home.
So leave it alone
This is my town

They tried mergers in Toronto
Even though they didn't want to
They don't work,
And that's something that we know now
For winter will surely start,
And I don't want to be a part
Of one Island, One city
One snow plow

Town City or municipality
Our little urban reality.
I sure hope it will be here tomorrow
For I am not a rabbit
So I don't have the habit
Of wanting to live in a borough

This town this town
This town is my home.
It's perfectly fine, and it's mine

This town this town
This town is my home.
So leave it alone. This is my town