A Nordic Vacay

I come from the land of poutine And low self-esteem And everybody screams When there's a goal But what team are we cheering for I don't know I don't know (The losing one of course) I'm from up north Born in the coldest snow With maple trees around No beaches, no sand So next time you come around With that exotic bullshit I got that tan you like I dance Samba Pero no gracias Never been to the Bahamas Black rose in a city full of white sheeps Was told there's something weird about me I get it I see it But next time you come around With that exotic bullshit Just know I'm a cold hearted biche (Real cold, real cold) You're exotic too, eh? Where your great-gran-grans came from Before they stole this shit?