[Verse 1] She grew up as my daughter, now her pronouns are they, them, their, Lectures me on carbon tax, From her city penthouse chair. She’s got degrees and talks of justice, Says I don’t understand, Thinks my truck’s a sin against, Her green and perfect land. She’ll wear hemp skirts and smugness, Calls my old ways out of line, Loves Trudeau and free daycare, Thinks tradition’s past its time. Says my fishing tales are backward, But her voice still has that flair, If you’re woke enough, she might just care. [Chorus] Liberal twirls, Liberal twirls, Preachy, pushy, trouble though sometimes girls, They’ll drag you through their world, From protests to Ottawa’s stance, But they’ll always spin you back, Liberal twirls. [Verse 2] Baby, she’s on TikTok preaching, “Words like ‘man’ must go,” Spends her summers at the rallies, Megaphone in tow. Thinks the perfect fix is funding, Every problem needs a grant, Says my hockey nights are toxic— Give her UBI, she’ll rant. She won’t admit she’s judging, But her nose is in the air. The game’s all wrong, she’s changing it, With a righteous, piercing stare. True north’s her cause to govern. She’ll save us all, beware, She’d tax the flag to prove she’s fair. [Chorus] Liberal twirls, Liberal twirls, Preachy, pushy, trouble though sometimes girls. They’ll drag you through their world, From protests to Ottawa’s stance. But they’ll always spin you back, Liberal twirls. [Verse 3] Well, us boys, we like our hunting, Hockey, and some peace. Cold beer and open spaces, Not their latest speech. We like small-town roots and freedom, Faith that holds us tight. But these twirls keep moralizing, Saying we’re not right. Yeah, we’ve met some prairie gals, Their grit is hard to beat. But these city Libs keep spinning, With their government-seat heat. They’re nothing like our quiet ones, Who work the fields at night. Still, they’ve got that charm, We can’t quite fight. [Chorus] Liberal twirls, Liberal twirls, Preachy, pushy, trouble though sometimes girls, They’ll drag you through their world, From protests to Ottawa’s stance, But they’ll always spin you back, Liberal twirls. [Outro] From Vancouver’s latte corners, To George Street in St. John's. They’ll fix your life with policies—yeah, they’ve got the gall. Still, they keep us turning back, Liberal twirls.
