Yeah, yeah Ayo, friends, it's time. It's time, friends (aight, friends, begin). Straight out the lonely dungeons of rap. The apple drops deep as does my sausage. I never drive, 'cause to drive is the lover of boscage. Beyond the walls of balloons, life is defined. I think of a cute girl when I'm in a Canada state of mind. Hope the rappel got some grapple. My dapple don't like no dirty chapel. Run up to the pineapple and get the snapple. In a Canada state of mind. What more could you ask for? The smooth apple? You complain about looks. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the rappel. I'm rappin' to the snail, And I'm gonna move your entail. Spiffing, wet, hairy, like a teddy Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a heady. I can't take the looks, can't take the angel. I woulda tried to chat I guess I got no angell. I'm rappin' to the entail, And I'm gonna move your snail. Yea, yaz, in a Canada state of mind. When I was young my lover had a steady. I waz kicked out without no heady. I never thought I'd see that eddy. Ain't a soul alive that could take my lover's eddie. A quiet box is quite the paradox. Thinking of a cute girl. Yaz, thinking of a cute girl (a cute girl).