I'd take that cackhanded banana-bender on a walkabout.
Hey girl, are you the British economy? Because I want to give you a weak pound.
Jamaican me think about things I have never thought about and having you on my bed is one.
Girl, you're the fried to my rice, the solution to my equation, and the squint to my eyes.
Are you British? Because you've colonized my heart.
Can I be the fortune in your cookie?
Are you Vietnamese? Cause I'm falling pho you.
Do you have yellow fever? Because I can be your cure.
On scale of one to 10, you're a poutine.
Are you Mexican cause you're my Juan and only.
Hey! Cabezona! Come here girl.
Once you've had Alberta beef, you'll never go back.
I'm not talking about books when I tell you I'll take you across the border.
Are you from the U.K.? Because I want U, K?
I wanna Margaret your Thatcher.
Are you British? Because I wanna pound.
Are you Welsh? Because I'll make you Wale.
I'll make you see the northern lights!
Nice beaver you got there, mind if I pet it?