North American Blues

Sometimes, I forget I'm not in Canada anymore Like when I order a double-double And get a stare from a multiple-pierced girl Behind counter wondering what I just said Or when I say to my friends 'Let's get a Timmies' Instead of a cup of coffee And when I order doughnut holes and call them 'Timbits' Boy, I am too Canadian I wasn't born there, but here Maybe, if I had a fake American accent And stop thinking about Tim Horton's I probably fit in and have more friends Either I am too Canadian to be American Or too American to be Canadian A problem I had since I was a kid Anyway, both countries are in me So if you want to be with me Join me for a Timmies And help me by trying to understand me