My father was a lawyer, mom's at university. My brother and my sister, they both have their Ph.D.. My grampa was a pilot shooting Nazis from t he sky.
I had a love that was so bright. I used to dream of her each night. And then rush to her side every morning (oooh). I had her all to myself. We never noticed anyone else.
I hate the skydome and the CN Tower too. I hate Nathan Phillips Square and the Ontario Zoo. The rents too high, the airs unclean. The beaches are dirty and the people are mean.
ooooh come back proud Canadians. To before you had TV. No hockey night in canada!. There was no CBC (oh my god). . In 1812 Maddison was mad. He was the president you know.
I bought a ticket to Austrailia, for my holidays,. Got my boarding pass, found out at last,. That I was seated in the middle of the row.. The buisness man beside me smelled like Old Spice, and Gin..
When Christmas rolls around Santa's busy in his shop. Managing his elves and trying to cut costs. His plant is out of date it needs modernization. He has quite a large debt accumulation.
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 be a. Mountie. I wanted to beat up crooks and make arrests because taht's.
Christmas makes me realize how greatly things do change. Friends lose touch, people age, and family moves away. But it is what had stayed the same that gives me the most tears.
I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine. I had a little stretch of land along the C.P. Line. But times went by, and though I tried, the money wasn't there.
When you hear that I'm a cowboy. And I work the cattle trail. You probably assume I'm big and tough (big and tough). But the trail's worn me down. I don't wanna hang around.
Through the ages, through war, pestilence and sleet, the Celtic culture has survived, it's songs and dances passed from father to son, from mother to daughter, from uncle to goat. And though few still speak Gaelic, the ancient language of the Celts, all hearts are still stirred by the beautiful tones of this mellifluous tongue..
Once a year we celebrate. With stupid hats and plastic plates. The fact that you were able to make. Another trip around the sun. . And the whole clan gathers round.
Me work hard five days a week. Sweeping garbage from the street. Come home not want book to read. Not 'nuff pictures for me see. Sit right down in favourite chair.
The best things in life are not free. But you don't need to have money. To get the things that you want to own. You just have to get a loan. When you buy, small or large.
It's early in the morning, way before dawn. I down a cup of coffee put my lucky hat on. Get down to the water, before all the crowds. Gonna have more fun than the law allows.
Often on the weekend I'll jump in my car. I'll not fill up the tank although I'm going far. And if somebody asks me if I'm going to a bar. I'll say I'm shopping 'cross the border in the USA.
The table's set ant the turkey's out. Christmas is here, let out a shout. The family's gathered all about. Christmas, Christmas is here!. Everyone is wearing big smiles.
I'm out on the range, surveying the land. Thinking of the job that's to be done. My life is hard but I don't mind. Men like me, that's how the west was won.