(Lord, It’s Hard To Be Happy When You’re Not) Using The Metric System

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Twelve inches per foot, two pints in a quart Why don't we make it easy? The English system of measurement must be laid to history We can use units of ten and convert with ease Like all the other countries I am in command Yes, I am taking a stand From this disease we must be free (Good god!) [Chorus] You are drunk with your tradition That has no validity Well, I'm intoxicated with sports and metrics Come drink a decaliter with me We want metrics, we want it now We know we can win I weigh 170 pounds, that's 90 kilograms See, metrics can even make you thin [Verse 2] (Yardsticks are pathetic) All cool things are in metrics For example, here's just one "I got my nine" Well, that's nine millimeters Sounds cooler than, "My point three-something inches gun" The powerful if nonexistent "they" Will call me communist, they'll call me scum But it's worth it, Canadians will think we're smart At least they'll think we are not as dumb [Chorus] You're drunk with your tradition That has no validity Well, I'm intoxicated with sports and metrics Come drink a decaliter with me We want metrics, we want it now We know we can win I weigh 170 pounds, that's 90 kilograms See, metrics can even make you thin [Bridge] The revolution's here We must overcome at last As we symbolically stick their fucking foot up their fucking ass (Guitar!) [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] You are drunk with your tradition That has no validity Well, I'm intoxicated with sports and metrics Come drink a decaliter with me We want metrics, we want it now We know we can win I weigh 170 pounds, that's 90 kilograms See, metrics can even make me thin