I'm an Anglo, I'm an Anglo

At first I was amazed I could be so free
When I landed in Québec in nineteen-seventy
I learned French, and that was tough
But when you're in Québec just speaking French is not enough
When I came here so long ago
The future was a mystery, things I didn't know
There were referendums, legislation, even language laws
But never mind the Québecois - I loved the Québecoises

I'm an Anglo, I'm an Anglo
I'm an Anglo, I'm an Anglo – what could go wrong?

Then came the crisis and the shock.
A hundred thousand Anglophones all took off
Now fifty years have come, and fifty years have gone
And the Office de la Langue Francaise goes on and on
School boards, billboards, stop signs, menus
Always a new reason for a Bloke to sing the blues
Sometimes I want to make it stop
So I don’t have to squint when I’m in a shop

I'm an Anglo, I'm an Anglo - this is my song
I'm an Anglo, I'm an Anglo - what could go wrong?

What could go wrong? What could go wrong?

I’ve got no problem with the French face
If you're going to be oppressed, man, this is the place
‘Cause you've got moi and I've got you
So to heck with all the Parties that have names that end in ‘Q’
I'm an Anglo, but in my defence
When I speak English it's peppered with French
If you couldn't adapt and you gave up the fight
Will the last Anglo please close the light!

I'm an Anglo, I'm an Anglo - this is my song
I'm an Anglo, I'm an Anglo - what could go wrong?
Oh what could go wrong? What could go wrong?