"Pants Down Convoy Blues"

Verse 1
They rolled into Ottawa with their horns a-blowin’,
Thought they were free men, but the paperwork was showin’,
Birth cert in the glove box, pants ‘round their knees,
State said, “You’re my persons, sign here if you please.”

Chorus
Pants down, wheels spinnin’, red flags flyin’ high,
Lost their legal tender, didn’t know the reason why,
Shoutin’ “freedom!” loud, but the state just grins and smiles,
Convoy blues in jailhouse shoes, servin’ debtor miles. 

Verse 2
“Man or woman?” the judge asked with glee,
“Or just a legal fiction drivin’ truck number three?”
They hollered back, “We’re sovereign, can’t you see?!”
But the bailiff just laughed, “State owns your ID.”

Chorus
Pants down, wheels spinnin’, red flags flyin’ high,
Lost their legal tender, didn’t know the reason why,
Shoutin’ “freedom!” loud, but the state just grins and smiles,
Convoy blues in jailhouse shoes, servin’ debtor miles. 

Bridge
Red maple banners and diesel in the air,
But the legal birth bond still kept ‘em snared,
Thought they’d ride free, but the state played sly,
Turned their honkin’ horns into a legal lullaby.

Final Chorus
Pants down, wheels spinnin’, red flags on parade,
Birth cert pacifiers in the state’s charade,
From Parliament Hill to the jailhouse town,
The convoy found their legal pants pulled down. 🎵