BEAVER TAIL EH!

Passed a café window, smelt a sweet scent,
Saw flat dough, unsure what it meant,
Cinnamon and sugar piled high for sale,
It’s a Canadian thing, we call it a beaver tail. Eh!

I thought the trappers cooked it over open flame,
Like a campfire snack with a funny little name,
But this one’s topped with chocolate and put up for sale,
It’s a Canadian thing, we call it a beaver tail. Eh!
 
(Chorus)
Cold hands, warm dough, sugar on my face,
Laughin’ at the name in this frozen place,
Sticky little fingers, yeah it never fails,
It’s a Canadian thing, we call it a beaver tail. Eh!

No beavers harmed, just dough we fry,
Golden brown and piled up high,
Sweet and warm, a classic treat,
Beaver tail, eh — can’t be beat.

Out in the bush, they sizzle on a grate,
Back in the city, you line up and wait,
Same name, different story, wild and retail,
It’s a Canadian thing, we call it a beaver tail. Eh!

(Chorus)
Cold hands, warm dough, sugar on my face,
Laughin’ at the name in this frozen place,
Sticky little fingers, yeah it never fails,
It’s a Canadian thing, we call it a beaver tail. Eh!

Fresh off the fryer, dusted up just right,
Cinnamon sugar shining in the light,
One warm bite and you’re hooked without fail,
It’s a Canadian thing, we call it a beaver tail. Eh!

(Bridge)
Thought it was a joke when I heard the name,
Didn’t expect dessert to play that game,
Took one bite, now I’m sold without fail,
It’s a Canadian thing, we call it a beaver tail. Eh!

(Chorus)
Cold hands, warm dough, sugar on my face,
Laughin’ at the name in this frozen place,
Sticky little fingers, yeah it never fails,
It’s a Canadian thing, we call it a beaver tail. Eh!
Cold hands, warm dough, sugar on my face,
Laughin’ at the name in this frozen place,
Sticky little fingers, yeah it never fails,
It’s a Canadian thing, we call it a beaver tail. Eh!

Pop Rock/Folk
Fun theatrical 
Medium to fast tempo 
Male singer