[Sung to Simon and Garfunkel's Mrs. Robinson]
And here's to you, Attawapiskat
Harper loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Attawapiskat
Harperland’s a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
I'd like to know a little bit about you for my files
I'd like to see you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are lazy eyes
Stroll around the cruddy shacks that you call home
And here's to you, Attawapiskat
Harper loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Attawapiskat
Harperland’s a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your mind that is far away.
It's a little secret, just the ‘Wapiskat affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids
Coo, coo, ca-choo, Attawapiskat
Harper loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Attawapiskat
Harperland’s a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Gonna watch the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose
Where have you gone, Attawapiskat
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Attawapiskat
Harperland has left you, gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
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