"There was a time our border ran free and wide no walls no fences neighbors living side by side Poutine and burgers shared through snow and rain we fought the same wars and carried the same pain But an orange man came pounding on our door with 51st state fantasies We won't ignore we're done with the sorrys and keeping the peace Canadian resistance it's time to gather the beast not your 51st state that fantasy is lost We'll kick it's all here officer. I'm just a tourist sorry sir No Americans allowed Moose blocked the highways with a thousand pound stare grizzlies chase off whoever stuck out there Raccoons rigged the traps with their clever paws geese flying B formation enforcing nature's laws no more sorry and no more please We will bring the big talker to his knees not your 51st state That fantasy is in sky Tim's at dawn keeps the resistance alive Double doubles carry us through the night lobsters move deep down on the ocean floor They cut the neighbors fiber to our shore our patience is gone politeness cast away your endless greed ends here today Not your 51st state We'll kick the orange man"