In the dominion of Mr. Klein, keep your eye on the bottom line
In the dominion of Mr. Klein, keep your eye on the bottom line
Because a poor man need not intrude into the land of the Alberta crude
Where the oil revenue flows like wine
In the dominion of Mr. Klein
Like the eel he is so slippery, he avoids negative publicity
If he committed a mortal sin, chances are he give it a positive spin
If he committed a homicide, chances are his bail would not be denied
As long as the revenue flows like wine
In the dominion of Mr. Klein
Now Mr. Klein say "privatize!" then heating bills became super sized
But when the burden became too great the government offered a small rebate
But after the fifty dollars spent the heating went up by fifty percent
That's why it's easy to fall behind
In the dominion of Mr. Klein
Now Mr. Klein say don't get sick, we cannot promise to serve you quick
If you should suffer a broken head, maybe we'll find you a hospital bed
If you should suffer a heart attack, maybe we'll move you up from the back
But always prepare to stand in line
In the dominion of Mr. Klein
Now Mr. Klein he dropped the ball at the Kyoto Protocol
Not even the mighty Cretien could put all the pieces together again
Scientists warned of the planet's death
Our Mr. Klein said don't hold your breathe
We think the air quality is fine
In the dominion of Mr. Klein
Now Mr. Klein he had a drink, told the poor people just what he think
But don't ever let the homeless say Mr. Klein never threw any money their way
Because before he slammed the shelter door he threw 95 dollars on the floor
And this was right at the Christmas time
In the dominion of Mr. Klein
Now Mr. Klein has packed it in to become a private citizen
To leave us so soon was such a sin, what will we ever do without him
We could build hospitals and schools, homeless shelters and public pools
But it seems more likely they'll build a shrine
To the dominion of Mr. Klein