John Kricfalusi/BobCamp/Charlie Brissette)



STIMPY: Remember the royal anthem of the kilted yaksmen!



Our country reeks of trees

Our yaks are really large

And they smell like rotting beef carcasses

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 carcasses

And we have to clean-up after them

And out saddle sores are the best

We proudly wear women's clothing

And searing sand 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

Candian kilted yaksmen

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