Canuck Sun

Went to the beach
Drank hot chocolate
And Cointreau
Watched the dog run

The tide was out
The wind light
The rocks we sat on
Warmed by the Canuck sun

After the alcohol
Began to work
We ate our sandwiches
And our coffee cake

We have it easy
We know
Working every day until
We retire on the lake

There were eight horses
Ridden by eight women
Splashing at the world's end
Where the sand meets the sea

Bought a new bathroom scale
On the way home
Made in China
The motherfuckers have us by the balls