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We'll go on bootlicking We're your little English pals
We're good little Anglophones To our noses, we have bones
We learn a little every day For example, I can say
Société s'est Jean-Baptiste Not bad for a guy with teeth
Though our dollars drinking You won't see us blinking
We'll just keep on drinking We're good little Anglophones
We're good little Anglophones And we have no backbones
When they say French must dominate Some of us think that would be great
Cause we like dominant things Like studs and nipple rings
Though we're apprehensive Vancouver's too expensive
Toronto is offensive To good little Anglophones
We're no longer English Not easy to distinguish
Now we are bilingual
I can't do this anymore
I can't do this anymore