Stimpy: Remeber the royal anthem of the kilted yaksmen!
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Our country reeks of trees
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Our taks are really large
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And they smell like rotting beef
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carcasses...
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And we have to clean-up
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after them
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And our saddle sores are
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the best.
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We proudly wear women's
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clothing.
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And searing sand blows up
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our skirts.
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Ren & Stimpy: And buzzards,
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they soar overhead.
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And poisonous snakes devour
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us whole.
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Our bones will bleach in
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the sun.
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Stimpy: That's it
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Ren & Stimpy: And we will
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probably go to ****.
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And that is our great reward
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For being the - uh - roy-yal
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Canadian kilted yaksmen
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Stimpy: Come on everybody
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Our country reeks of trees
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Our yaks are really large
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And they smell like rotting
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beef carcasses
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And we have to clean-up
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after them
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And our saddle sores are
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the best
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We proudly wear women's
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clothing
|
And searing blows up
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our skirts
|
And buzzards, they soar
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overhead
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And poisonous snakes devour
|
us whole
|
Our bones will bleach in the sun
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And we will probably go to ****
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And that is our great reward
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For being the - uh - roy-yal
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Canadian kilted yaksmen
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Kilted Yaksmen Anthem
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| Ren & Stimpy |
