And as we wind on down the roadCactus Blossoms taller than our soul There walks a waitress we all knowWho serves Bud Lights and wants to showHow the ribs fall-off-the boneAnd if you listen very hard Your food will come to you at lastWhen all are one and one is allTo eat another honey roll
A new fun thing living on the US/Canadian border is being yelled at by Quebecois to fix our country. Yeah, sorry, I've been really booked and haven't had a chance to single-handedly foment the revolution. I'll get on that, my bad.