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Simply remember the royal anthem of the Kilted Yaksmen!
Our country reeks of trees
And our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
And we proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts
And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
And our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to Hell
And that is our great reward
For being the-uh Roy-oy-al
Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!!!
Our country reeks of trees
And our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
And we proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sand blows up our skirts
And the buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
And our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to Hell
And that is our great reward
For being the-uh Roy-oy-al
Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!!!