I live on dat welfare, got lots of healthcare, clean my traps with da 3 in 1 hoil.
Smokin' dem natives, on dat front porch swing
Smell sum moose sausage, she's startin' t'boil.

Wastin' away again in Shawinnigan, reachin for my lass two four of malt
Sum dey say, dem wimmens ta blame,
But anyways, she's a-always my faut.

I don know no reason, it's huntin' season
No thing to show but a rabitt or two
But day are beauty, furry and cute hey?
Why I shoot'em I got no freakin' clue.

Wastin' away again in Shawinnigan, reachin for my lass two four of malt
Sum dey say, dem wimmens ta blame,
But anyways, she's a-always my faut.

My life she's a big flop, got fire from da Wal-Mart
Got un em ployment buys me some beer
Rusted out Ski-do, brokedown 4 wheeler
Drink some DeKupyer and keep the hang on.

Wastin' away again in Shawinnigan, reachin for my lass two four of malt
Sum dey say, dem wimmens ta blame,
But maudite chris, she's a-always my faut.

With a tip of the touque to the french-canadian wife and kids eh?

That's one beauty touque hey Jean?

John Conley
Musica est vita