(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 womens' clothing

And seering sandblows up our skirts!



(Ren joins 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 will probably go to (censored)

And that is our great reward

For being the 

Ro-oy-oy-al

Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!



(Stimpy)

C'mon everybody!



(Everyone)

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 womens' clothing

And seering sand blows up our skirts



And the buzzards, they soar overhead

And poisonous snakes will devour whole

Our bones will bleach in the sun



And we will probably go to (censored)

And that is our great reward

For being the

Ro-oy-oy-al

Canadian

Kilted

YAKSMEN!