Ren and Stimpy and Brown Yak in “The Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen”

Our country reeks of trees

Our Yaks are really large

And they smell like rotting beef carcasses

And we have to clean up after them

And our saddle sores are the best

We proudly wear women's clothing

And searing sand blows up our skirts

And the buzzards, they soar overhead

And poisonous snakes will devour us whole

Our bones will bleach in the sun

And we will probably go to hell

And that is our great reward

For being the uh, Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen

[They all throw clothes, ribbons, and intestines in the air. Later in the desert, Ren and Stimpy are still singing as two yaks are in agony]