East Meets West: A Culture Clash Melody
Warren & Ryan

[Verse 1]
(Warren):
In the streets of India, where the cows roam free,
Met a bloke from Canada, eh, what's wrong with ye?
Your maple syrup charm won't work on me,
I'm kilt-clad and proud, like Braveheart, you see!

(Ryan):
Oh, Warren, you're as wild as the whisky you boast,
But I heard Scots can't handle a simple French toast!
I'm here with my poutine, that's real cuisine,
While you feast on sheep guts, that's truly obscene.

[Verse 2]
(Warren):
Oi, Ryan, you think you're grand with your Mountie pride,
But let's be honest, your country's just cold and fried.
You apologize more than a nun on Sunday,
While I toss cabers and drink whisky all Monday.

(Ryan):
Aye, your haggis might be frightful, but my moose are grand,
And your bagpipes sound like a tortured band.
I'll take hockey over dancing Loch Ness any day,
And I'll outlast your Highland fling in any way.

[Verse 3]
(Warren):
Bloody hell, Ryan, your hockey players fight with sticks,
While my lads brawl in the pub, smashing bricks.
Your Tim Hortons addiction shows your class,
I'll smack you with a haggis, and kick your arse!

(Ryan):
Warren, your insults are as outdated as your kilt,
My kindness just shows you're wrapped in guilt.
From maple trees to Rockies, my land's divine,
While you drink from lochs and think it's fine.

[Chorus]
(Both):
East meets west, in the heart of India,
Clashing cultures, causing euphoria.
Our barbed tongues and quick wit sway,
Bridging worlds in a comedic ballet.

[Verse 4]
(Warren):
Oh, the stones and the thistles, and a good Scottish gale,
You're lost in the woods, chasing a squirrel's tail.
Your hockey team's a joke, your syrup's a scam,
And don't get me started on your national ham.

(Ryan):
Well, your whisky might burn, but our beer's a delight,
And your tartan looks like a picnic gone awry.
I've got maple leaves and kindness, you see,
You're just deep fried in history and misery.

[Outro]
(Both):
So here's to the lads, from the snow and the heath,
Our bromance forged in the madness beneath.
We'll laugh and we'll jest in this land so free,
Canada and Scotland, a wild travesty.