Jonathan Dufour

Ladies and gentlemen I just gotta say

Sorry about the noise but, I am getting laid

Don't you try to stop it cause if you walk right on in

You'll be so tempted that,

You'll join right in

If you have an issue, here's a fucking tissue

Bless you, now then, can I please continue

Because she's fiending

To be recieving my little buddy

My little buddy Jon

C'mon girl! Take him on!

She looks like she could be seventeen

She looks like she could be nineteen

Based on her body

Which is, more than ordinary

Her face, just illuminates

Along with her eyes of-a jaiaiade

Love is a drug, I can't get enough

Some like it soft and some like it rough

But I can't complain with the high that I get

Cause, love you're the one that I dreamed of as I slept

You are the one that cannot get around

Without another hit of love before you go down

I am the one that cannot let you go

Just like a lustful little line of that sinful satan snow

Give me a heart-beat, bring me the passion

Bring me a lover in a trendy fashion

One who is brilliant, one who is fearless

One who is smart soft sensitive and seamless

Perfect by nature, flawless to the core

If love is a tulip, they're the flower store

Give me some love nectar before you cut me loose

Inject into just like that poppy juice

Canadians, we all stand,

For reefer smoking in this land

Drinking beer to get us drunk

As for weed, let's grab that skunk

From BC to Montreal,

From daybreak, until nightfall,

We all smoke that pleasant herb

Critics claim it's quite superb

Our beer drinkers kick some ass

They know their limits and surpass

Molson, Moosehead, Canadian,

Our beer surpass Americans'

Canadians, we all stand

For reefer drinking in this land

Drinking beer to get us drunk

As for weed, let's grab that skunk

But finally, we can't forget

The maritimes, so don't upset,

Where time just drools and so they fuel

Out of bongs and on bar stools

When you're living the life

In th middle of the dream

When you're giving the world

a little taste of the sureen

And you're playing your guitar

Like you're learning how to live

And you're one in a billion

That live to Twenty-Seven

It's like Jim Morrison, Brian Jones, Robert Johnson, Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and in his prime, Brad Nowel from Sublime.

Most of them died from Heroine

But now they live on Forever Twenty-Seven

Whether they went on to some hell or heaven,

They reside on earth Forever Twenty-Seven, Forever Twenty-Seven.

They left their mark upon the world

Giving it hope as it hurled and twirled

Through some musical aspiration

They found themselves at thier destination

Furthering insight, confirming prophesy

Setting new limits to one's abilities

Musical Titans, Lyrical machines,

Living and dying in the middle of the dream.