I am a rover, American

A pair of green eyes, 5 ft 10

It was to be, my final dance

I rambled over La belle province

Montreal, Rimouski

Repentigny, Chicoutimi

The light inside me is getting dim

God can't help the state I'm in

I met a man, his name was Joe

He said there's one place, you got to go

Along the mighty Saguenay

We ended up at Chez Bebe

Chez Bebe, j'ai ressaisi

La Picardie, je l'ai compris

The light inside me is getting dim

God can't help the state I'm in

Poutine poutine, poutine poutine

J'ai tellement faim, poutine poutine

Poutine poutine, poutine poutine

C'est ça ou rien, poutine poutine

Good morning sky, good morning sun

My prohibition has just begun

I'll pack it in, I'll take the vow

If I have friends, I need them now

But when the sun falls in the west

I'm in the arms of a perfect mess

My only weakness, my only sin

God can't help the state I'm in

Poutine poutine, poutine poutine

J'ai tellement faim, poutine poutine

Poutine poutine, poutine poutine

C'est ça ou rien, poutine poutine