Lyrics:

I'm living up in Canada, and i'm Canadian
Scottish Canadian with opportunity
I could have been a manager of a brewery
Making beer for everyone but most of all for me
My father was a soda jerk, my mom an office clerk
But neither one of those was good enough for me
I could have moved into the hill, and ran a few stills
And made a fortune selling hooch beyond the law
Pour decisions, a punk musician just ain't as cute at 53
I used to be a lumberjack, and i'm ok with that
I wore suspenders, little panties, and a bra
I used to be a socialist, a sort of communist
Now i'm a pessimist and i don't care at all
I could have been a minister, a holy predator
A man of faith you really wouldn't want to meet
Perhaps a Scientologist, just as a hobbyist
And start a cult that's turning people into sheep
Pour decisions, a punk musician just ain't as cute at 53
I have forsaken money makin'
Yeah, you still wish you were me