My snowmobile went through the ice again
I'm gonna miss my cousin.
The Molson is warm, we lost the farm
Tim Horton's screwed up my dozen.
My body's a wreck, I'm back in Quebec
And there's holes in my shoes
Storms coming through, I don't know what to do
My baby's in Saskatchewan Blues
Maybe I should marry that girl from the prairie
But boy, you talk about flat
Now I'm back in Ontario
I was talking bout the prairie, yo
Don't look at me like that
But oh when she lights my candle
It's like she's lighting a fuse
Nothing could be finer than to be in old Regina
My baby's in Saskatchewan Blues
I've been sad in the city, my pad is a pity
I've got to get out soon
Maybe write me a song as I roll along
But I never wrote a Saska tune
I used to be athletic, the Leafs are just pathetic
Why do we always lose
Nothing could be finer
Than to be in old Regina
My Baby's in Saskatchewan blues
