Girl, jean on jean
At the Rivoli on Queen
We locked eyes, a coupla kids
Singing all the words to Mass Romantic
I said, "I'm no Wayne Gretzky, honey
But I know my shot when I see it coming"
She said, "you probably think you're so funny"
I said, "that's nothing, you should see me dancin"
She said "do I look alright in a Canadian tuxedo tonight?"
Yeah honey, you look just like a young Nelly Furtado in my eyes
Doot doo doo doo
Cut to now, all this time
Still can't dance to save my life
Three years later, I'm surprised
She is still the Lucy to my Ricky
I said, "I'm no Chris Hadfield, honey
But I'm seein stars when you orbit around me"
She said, "you probably think you're real funny —
Wait a little while, you'll be outta style"
With that Joni Mitchell smile
She said "do I look alright in a Canadian tuxedo tonight?"
Yeah honey, you look just like a young Yvonne De Carlo in my eyes
Nuthin better than denim on denim
Take me to your stone wash heaven
Yeah honey, you're driving me wild in that Canadian tuxedo tonight
Denim on denim
What could be better than denim on denim on denim?
Denim on denim
What could be better than denim on denim on denim?
So I said, "do I look alright in a Canadian Tuxedo tonight?"
"Yeah honey, you look just like a younger Mac Demarco in my eyes
Nuthin better than denim on denim
Take me to your stonewash heaven
Yeah babe, you're driving me wild in that Canadian tuxedo
In that Canadian tuxedo
In that Canadian tuxedo tonight"
Yeah
Yeah
Tuxedo!