When the wind blows 50? below,
I'll be out walkin'...
In Winnipeg
The avenue of too much coffee,
Meets the avenue
Of the perfect choice
That blows without regret.
Nothing too big,
I've had coleslaw...
Nothing too small!
...then I've had COLESLAW.
We sat on the steps
Of the Albert Hotel
This'd be the sweet life
This be the sweet death
Of all of us tonight.
I've had some.
In Winnipeg
The sun comes up
Over a prostrate student body.
A volunt'ry lobotomy
To toast the coming day.
Nothing too big,
Let's grab a beer on off-sale.
Nothing too small;
Two bucks a brown-pop.
We sat on the steps
Of the Albert Hotel
This'd be the sweet life
This be the sweet death
Of all of us tonight.
I've had a few. I've had some.
On any day.
Every day
In Winnipeg.
...and so we toast the toastmaster.
We went from being
The toast of the town.
You were the band
-So angry we fogot to drink.
To being the TOAST of the town.
"You posers get the fuck off stage!"
We were jamming at the Blue Note
With the Guess Who.
You took me to your zoo
Because you saw me smiling.
Asleep upon your couch,
I got real small
When the party turned to cards.
I was feeling you-
So sweet and pure.
On any day.
On any day.
You asked me to move there
But I was too afraid to change.
I'd rather do nothing.
I'd rather stay the same.
I've had some.
So sweet and pure.