I go down under, I’m Australian
Shave me I’m from Burma
Vote for me I’m from Chad
Keep me warm at night I’m Chilean
Eat cake from my chest and lick me clean I’m China
Don’t try to haggle your price, Egypt me
Eat my Turkey with Greece I’m Hungary
When she turned out to be a she-male, Iran
Just pour sugar on me I taste Swede
Tie me up, I’m Roman.
I’m a Frankfurter. Bite me.
Sniff me, I’m Qatari.
Sit on me, I’m from Lapland.
These jokes are so bad, I’m leaving…
<walking out the door…>
As they say in Russia, Moscow. (must go)
As they say in Ethiopia, Abyssinia (I’ll be seeing ya)
Darn, Jenaroph took mine, guess I’ll just have to get creative.
I’ve got a high cell phone bill, I’m Roman.
I’m Spanish, and I’m thiiiiiiiiiiiiissssssssssssssss long 
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Let’s wife-swap, I’m Inuit.
Call it a skirt and ye’ll be kilt! I’m Scottish!
Delight me, I’m Turkish.
[sub]or gobble me, I’m from Turkey[/sub]
I’m from Greece. Call me “Slick”.
Undo me, I’m from Bhutan.
Tweak me, I’m from Nepal.
Ride me, I’m from Mustang.
I’m a great Dane.
No, I’m not Austrian. I’m Swiss, Miss.
No, is not fiction. Israel
Give me a hand with this, Kenya?
Wanna Taiwan on, with me?
I’m not really depressed. It’s just a bit of Malaysia.
[irate wife]Oo’s Becky, Stan!?[/irate wife]
waffle me, I’m belgian
Blow me, I’m a Gael.
Feed me, I’m Hungarian
(maybe “I’m from Hungary” works better, here)
Beam me up, I’m Scottish.
Chain me, I’m a Yank
Whack me, I’m a Paddy
Strap me, I’m a Jock
Dress me, I’m Welsh
Roll me, I’m Swiss
Not only do I employ racist terminology, but some of my terms have sexual and/or strangely sadomasochistic overtones.
Off to the psychiatrists for me
Mount me, I’m Canadian
Too much carbonation in the Lambic, I’m Belgian.
Give me a guitar, I’m Moroccan.
Milk Me, I’m Kurdish
Whip me, I’m your Slav.