**Verse 1** I said it in Canada—everyone froze, Like I’d kicked down the door in muddy clothes. One little word and the whole room stared, While back home somebody shouted it and nobody cared. Take it to Scotland, it’s part of the chat, Australia throws it around just like that. Same four letters, same sound in the air, One place says “rude,” another says “fair.” **Pre-Chorus** So check the map, check the room, Check who’s listening before you go boom. Because language is funny and people are strange, Cross one border and the whole meaning changes. **Chorus** You can say **cunt** here, But maybe not there, Somebody laughs, Somebody gives you the death stare. Same word, same mouth, Different country, different rules, One place calls it banter, One place thinks you’re a fool. You can say **cunt** here, But know where you stand, Because one little word Can cause chaos across the land. Pack your bags, stamp your passport, Take your vocabulary too— The word stays exactly the same, But the reaction’s up to you. **Verse 2** Canada’s polite like, “Could we not do that?” Glasgow’s already said it before you’ve taken off your hat. Sydney’s at the barbecue, throwing it into every line, While somebody in Toronto nearly drops their glass of wine. Ireland gives a grin, New Zealand joins the joke, England says, “Depends who said it and how they spoke.” Tone is the difference, context is king, Sometimes it’s an insult, sometimes hardly anything. **Pre-Chorus** So check the pub, check the street, Check whether your joke is about to meet defeat. You can travel the planet with confidence and flair, But your favourite swear word won’t mean the same everywhere. **Chorus** You can say **cunt** here, But maybe not there, Somebody laughs, Somebody gives you the death stare. Same word, same mouth, Different country, different rules, One place calls it banter, One place thinks you’re a fool. **Rap Break** Canada said, “Excuse me?” Scotland said, “Aye.” Australia shouted it At some random guy. England went, “Depends, mate,” Ireland laughed twice, New Zealand shrugged like, “Yeah, that sounds alright.” So I took my favourite swear word On a worldwide holiday, And learned pretty quickly You can’t use it the same way. No dictionary warning, No giant flashing sign, Just one shocked Canadian And a Scottish mate saying, “Fine.” **Bridge** I’m not changing how I talk, I’m just learning where I land, Because words have passports too And they don’t always go as planned. Same voice. Same joke. Same four-letter sound. But every country has its own rules For throwing that word around. **Final Chorus** You can say **cunt** here, But maybe not there, Somebody laughs, Somebody falls off their chair. Same word, same mouth, Different country, different scene, Sometimes it’s the worst thing said, Sometimes it barely means a thing. So here’s my little anthem, My international rule: Know your crowd, know your country, Then swear however you choose. Because the word stays exactly the same, Wherever I wander through— But whether they laugh or kick me out Depends on who I say it to.
