Stimpy: Remeber the royal anthem of the kilted yaksmen!
Our country reeks of trees
Our taks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef
Carca**es...
And we have to clean-up
After them
And our saddle sores are
The best
We proudly wear women's
Clothing
And searing sand blows up
Our skirts
Ren & Stimpy: And buzzards
They soar overhead
And poisonous snakes devour
Us whole
Our bones will bleach in
The sun
Stimpy: That's it
Ren & Stimpy: And we will
Probably go to ****
And that is our great reward
For being the - uh - roy-yal
Canadian kilted yaksmen
Stimpy: Come on everybody
Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting
Beef carca**es
And we have to clean-up
After them
And our saddle sores are
The best
We proudly wear women's
Clothing
And searing blows up
Our skirts
And buzzards, they soar
Overhead
And poisonous snakes devour
Us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun
And we will probably go to ****
And that is our great reward
For being the - uh - roy-yal
Canadian kilted yaksmen