Friday, March 11, 2005

With apologies to Sting

I don't drink Starbucks, I like Tim's my dear
I like my seaweed dulse all dried
And they can hear it in my accent when I talk
I'm a New Brunswicker in the Big Smoke

See my walking Eglington Avenue
A Timmy's clutched close to my side
I take it everywhere I walk
I'm a New Brunswicker in the Big Smoke

I'm an alien, East Coast Canadian
I'm a New Brunswicker in the Big Smoke
I'm an alien, East Coast Canadian
I'm a New Brunswicker in the Big Smoke

No one will like you there, is what someone said
Here's is where you should stay
It takes courage to leave your home and smile
Be yourself, no matter what they say

I'm an alien, East Coast Canadian
I'm a New Brunswicker in the Big Smoke
I'm an alien, East Coast Canadian
I'm a New Brunswicker in the Big Smoke

Messy drunken riotry won't lead to noteriety
Amongst millions I'm a lonely one
Sarcastic anti-piety, is rare in this society
Is drinking hard my only way to fun?

Takes more than a postal code to make a man
Takes more than some pogey from the gov
Teach the Upper C's, learn from 'em when you can
A New Brunswicker will always drink for fun

No one will like you there, is what someone said
Here's is where you should stay
It takes courage to leave your home and smile
Stay East Coast, no matter what they say

I'm an alien, East Coast Canadian
I'm a New Brunswicker in the Big Smoke
I'm an alien, East Coast Canadian
I'm a New Brunswicker in the Big Smoke

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