This is the actual national anthem of Paquador (thanks to the BBC).
Paquador, where the atmosphere is rarified
And the sun burns our beans to a crisp
And it gladens our loins
Hail at last!
Our Glorious nation is here!
Built on dense foundations
Paquador! Paquador!
Oh! Look at the Guluppagallo flower
With its unusual shaped leaves
It symbolises the hope of our splendid nation
And its rank smell baffles our enemies
Do not sleep with the wife of our enemy
She is a biscuit eating whore
She will steal your crows
as you writhe in agony!
Hurrah for Paquador!
Bring me a slab of crow meat
And a flask of wine to the table
Or I will slaughter your daughters
Hear the bearded ladies grunt in unison
Come sit at our table
And feast on a lump of crow
Let the roots of the Paquadorian Tree of Truth
Be fertilised by the offal of our rotting foes
Cry out with a lustful roar
Our enemy is now no more
Now we can peacefully
Remove the lice from our women
Let us mount them
With furious pleasure and cry
Hurrah for Paquador!
Paquador, Paquador
Paquador, Paquador
Paquador, Paquador
Paquador, Paquador
(repeat another 88 times)