Sung to the tune, "God Save the King"

(Stimpy)
Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcuses

And we have to clean up after them
And our sadle sores are the best
We proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts

(Ren joins in with Stimpy)
And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
And our bones will bleach in the sun

(Stimpy)
That's it!

(Ren & Stimpy)
And we'll probably go to phbbbbtlb
And that is our great reward
For being the
Ro-oy-oy-al
Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!

(Stimpy)
C'mon everybody

(everyone)
Repeats one more time.

by Nickleodeon

Now if that isn't a Canadian disaster, I'll never know what one is!