Chretien is my shepherd I shall not work.
He maketh me to lie down on park benches
He leadeth me beside the still factories
He restoreth my faith in the Alliance and the Conservatives.
He guideth me in the paths of unemployment.
Yea, though i walk through the valley of soup kitchens
For his Liberal Party's sake, I shall still be hungry
I feel evil for they are against me.
For he hath mounteth my income with taxes.
And my expenses over-runneth my salary
Surely poverty and hard living will follow me all the days of the Liberal Administration
And I shall live in a rented house forever.