The War Of 1812 Lyrics

The War Of 1812 lyrics

Oh, come back, proud Canadians

To before you had TV,

No hockey night in Canada,

There was no CBC (Oh, my God!).

In 1812, Madison was mad,

He was the president, you know

Well, he thought he’d tell the British where they ought to go

He thought he’d invade Canada,

He thought that he was tough

Instead we went to Washington....

And burned down all his stuff!



And the White House burned, burned, burned,

And we’re the one’s that did it!

It burned, burned, burned,

While the president ran and cried.

It burned, burned, burned,

And things were very historical.

And the Americans ran and cried like a bunch of little babies

Waa waa waah!

In the War of 1812!



Now some hillbillies from Kentucky,

Dressed in green and red,

Left home to fight in Canada,

But they returned home dead

It’s the only war the Yankees lost, except for Vietnam

And also the Alamo... and the Bay of... ham.

The loser was America,

The winner was ourselves,

So join right in and gloat about the War of 1812



And the White House burned, burned, burned,

And we’re the one’s that did it!

It burned, burned, burned,

While the president ran and cried.

It burned, burned, burned,

And things were very historical.

And the Americans ran and cried like a bunch of little babies

Waa waa waah!

In the War of 1812!



In 1812, we were just sittin’ around,

Mindin’ our own business, puttin’ crops into the ground.

We heard the soldiers coming and we didn’t like that sound.

So we took a boat to Washington and burned it to the ground.



Oh... we... fired our guns, but the Yankees kept-a coming,

There wasn’t quite as many as there was a while ago.

We fired once more and the Yankees started running,

Down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico, oh, oh....

They ran through the snow and they ran through the forest,

They ran through the bushes where the beavers wouldn’t go.

They ran so fast, they forgot to take their culture,

Back to America, and Gulf and Texaco



So, if you go to Washington, its buildings clean and nice,

Bring a pack of matches, and we’ll burn the White House twice!



And the White House burned, burned, burned,

But the Americans won’t admit it

It burned, burned, burned,

It burned and burned and burned

It burned, burned, burned,

Now, I bet that made them mad

And the Americans ran and cried like a bunch of little babies

Waa waa waah!

In the War of 1812