Change the fool
(Nov. 19, 2021)
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change the fool
For 10 long years
We hoped you were the man
But we found out
It's a 20-year plan
Look at where we are now
Boy, you really have Geoff fooled
Hope he lets you go
Ohhh, so the team gets re-tooled
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change the fool
Every chain has got a weak link
A GM you ain't
Lord, give us some strength
You told us to leave you alone
We would if you went on home
But that would be way too easy
And Molson's just not that strong
To make that kind of
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, chai-i-i-i-inge
(Change, change, change)
Change the fool
Oh, one of these seasons
That change he's gonna make
But up until then, yeah
We've had all we're gonna take
oh yeah
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, chai-i-inge
(Change, change, change)
Change the fool
Oh, change, change, chai-i-i-i-inge
Change, change, change
Oh, change, change, chai-i-i-i-inge
Change the fool
(Nov. 19, 2021)
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change the fool
For 10 long years
We hoped you were the man
But we found out
It's a 20-year plan
Look at where we are now
Boy, you really have Geoff fooled
Hope he lets you go
Ohhh, so the team gets re-tooled
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change the fool
Every chain has got a weak link
A GM you ain't
Lord, give us some strength
You told us to leave you alone
We would if you went on home
But that would be way too easy
And Molson's just not that strong
To make that kind of
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, chai-i-i-i-inge
(Change, change, change)
Change the fool
Oh, one of these seasons
That change he's gonna make
But up until then, yeah
We've had all we're gonna take
oh yeah
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, change
(Change, change, change)
Change, change, chai-i-inge
(Change, change, change)
Change the fool
Oh, change, change, chai-i-i-i-inge
Change, change, change
Oh, change, change, chai-i-i-i-inge
Change the fool
This is it, the year of years
(June 25, 2021)
MB and the gang celebrate making the Stanley Cup final
Arms go up, everyone cheers
This is it, the year of years!
No more rehearsing and learning our roles:
Each of us scores timely goals
Overtime, we set our sights
And we did it, we beat the Knights
And oh what heights we'll hit
In the Cup final, this is it!
Tonight the underdogs bit
On with the final, this is it!
(June 25, 2021)
MB and the gang celebrate making the Stanley Cup final
Arms go up, everyone cheers
This is it, the year of years!
No more rehearsing and learning our roles:
Each of us scores timely goals
Overtime, we set our sights
And we did it, we beat the Knights
And oh what heights we'll hit
In the Cup final, this is it!
Tonight the underdogs bit
On with the final, this is it!
Bye-bye, Jets? Habs think so
(June 7, 2021)
All their bags are packed, they're ready to go
Another loss sent them out the door
We're standing in line to tell them good-bye
Their hearts are breaking, it was a sweep
Good riddance to Sheifele, he was a creep
Lucky for him Jake Evans didn't die
So raise our sticks and cheer the crowd
We're so darn glad we did you proud
Join us as we serenade our foes
They're leaving on a Jets plane
Going home, won't be back again
O, my, they hate to go.
So many times that we've let you down
Luck is what got us this playoff round
Winning a series hasn't been our thing
When we head down south we'll think of you
And do what all the great teams do
Earn the right to wear a champion's ring
We'll raise the banner and toast MB
His new contract runs to '33
Pray to God he never wants to go
Cuz we need him it's so darn plain
(That's what I've said time and again
Oh, yeah, I told you so ... )
[breaks down, overcome with emotion, can't continue]
(June 7, 2021)
All their bags are packed, they're ready to go
Another loss sent them out the door
We're standing in line to tell them good-bye
Their hearts are breaking, it was a sweep
Good riddance to Sheifele, he was a creep
Lucky for him Jake Evans didn't die
So raise our sticks and cheer the crowd
We're so darn glad we did you proud
Join us as we serenade our foes
They're leaving on a Jets plane
Going home, won't be back again
O, my, they hate to go.
So many times that we've let you down
Luck is what got us this playoff round
Winning a series hasn't been our thing
When we head down south we'll think of you
And do what all the great teams do
Earn the right to wear a champion's ring
We'll raise the banner and toast MB
His new contract runs to '33
Pray to God he never wants to go
Cuz we need him it's so darn plain
(That's what I've said time and again
Oh, yeah, I told you so ... )
[breaks down, overcome with emotion, can't continue]
Bye-bye, Bergie
(Feb. 16, 2020)
When the day comes that Bergevin goes Ann-Margret will be one happy gal:
Bye-bye, Bergie
Glad you got the ole heave-ho
Bye-bye, Bergie
Pack your bags and go!
Lots of sunshine
Came the day you went away
Don't cry, Bergie,
You overstayed your stay.
Won't miss that you misled
And left a legacy
The kind we did not pine
The team's a travesty!
Bye-bye, Bergie
The blame is yours to bear
Bye-bye, Bergie,
That we just don't care
That we just don't care
That we just don't care.
[Finale]
Bye-bye, Bergie,
No more will you befoul
Our team, Bergie,
Your reign is over now
No more sighing
Each time you made a pick
No more dying
When they would not stick.
Your coaches and your trades
The smell test they didn't pass
There's nothing left to say
'Cept Bergie you're an ass!
Bye-bye, Bergie,
Ta ta, o sweetie pie.
Bye-bye, Bergie
You know the reason why
You never were the guy:
Your plans went all awry
Bye now!
(Feb. 16, 2020)
When the day comes that Bergevin goes Ann-Margret will be one happy gal:
Bye-bye, Bergie
Glad you got the ole heave-ho
Bye-bye, Bergie
Pack your bags and go!
Lots of sunshine
Came the day you went away
Don't cry, Bergie,
You overstayed your stay.
Won't miss that you misled
And left a legacy
The kind we did not pine
The team's a travesty!
Bye-bye, Bergie
The blame is yours to bear
Bye-bye, Bergie,
That we just don't care
That we just don't care
That we just don't care.
[Finale]
Bye-bye, Bergie,
No more will you befoul
Our team, Bergie,
Your reign is over now
No more sighing
Each time you made a pick
No more dying
When they would not stick.
Your coaches and your trades
The smell test they didn't pass
There's nothing left to say
'Cept Bergie you're an ass!
Bye-bye, Bergie,
Ta ta, o sweetie pie.
Bye-bye, Bergie
You know the reason why
You never were the guy:
Your plans went all awry
Bye now!
Down by the Dickie Moore
(Aug. 8, 2016)
I walked down to the home of the Habs
Bought me a memory
Stood among the statues of stars:
How great it used to be
A friend of mine says
He don't like what the Habs have now become
But he's got shades all 'round his soul
So he's perpetually glum
Askin' how can I keep on cheering
Everything has come undone
Don't I ever tire of losing
When was the last Cup won?
Got a ticket for the game
I was raisin' a little hell
Home team took an early lead
Man, they were playing well
This drunk fan came up beside me
And barfed right on my shoes
It didn't end there, the night got worse
Montreal went on to lose
You ask me, how can I keep on cheering?
Oh, how can it be much fun?
Wouldn't it make sense to be jeering?
What has this brain trust done?
[instrumental]
I stood beside ole Dickie Moore
Was thinking of the past
Among the statues of the greats
Too bad their reign couldn't last
Sad but not despairing
My team I will not flee
I'll hope for the best
Who wear the fabled crest
Don't think the worst of me.
Singin' don't you want to keep on cheering,
Don't you want to have some fun?
We all want a change from losing
Return to being number one.
Singin' don't you want to keep on cheering,
Don't you want to have some fun?
We all want a change from losing
Return to being number one.
[instrumental]
(Aug. 8, 2016)
I walked down to the home of the Habs
Bought me a memory
Stood among the statues of stars:
How great it used to be
A friend of mine says
He don't like what the Habs have now become
But he's got shades all 'round his soul
So he's perpetually glum
Askin' how can I keep on cheering
Everything has come undone
Don't I ever tire of losing
When was the last Cup won?
Got a ticket for the game
I was raisin' a little hell
Home team took an early lead
Man, they were playing well
This drunk fan came up beside me
And barfed right on my shoes
It didn't end there, the night got worse
Montreal went on to lose
You ask me, how can I keep on cheering?
Oh, how can it be much fun?
Wouldn't it make sense to be jeering?
What has this brain trust done?
[instrumental]
I stood beside ole Dickie Moore
Was thinking of the past
Among the statues of the greats
Too bad their reign couldn't last
Sad but not despairing
My team I will not flee
I'll hope for the best
Who wear the fabled crest
Don't think the worst of me.
Singin' don't you want to keep on cheering,
Don't you want to have some fun?
We all want a change from losing
Return to being number one.
Singin' don't you want to keep on cheering,
Don't you want to have some fun?
We all want a change from losing
Return to being number one.
[instrumental]
High hopes
(Aug. 11, 2016)
Next time you're down, and you're sportin' a frown
Give your head a good shake, just look around
Just what makes that little pissant
Stand in the crease, even though he is scant
Anyone knows he can't plant
He'll be knocked on his pants
But he's got high hopes, he's got high hopes
He's got high apple pie-in-the-sky hopes
So any time you're feelin' low
'Stead of lettin' go
Just remember that mole
Wow, he tipped in a contest-tying goal
Wow, he popped in a juicy rebound goal
Wow, he slipped in a winning overtime goal
When media say a team's behind the eight ball
There's a lot to be learned: they know squat all
Now once there was a stubborn old man
For scoring goals he had a poor plan
Dump and chase was his command – bland!
Then he got a new man
So he had high hopes, he had high hopes
He had high apple pie-in-the-sky hopes
So any time you're feelin' bad
Get a guy like Rad'
You'll be saying, Hot damn!
Wow, he plays just like a battering ram
Wow, he scores goals, he is no worthless sham
Wow, we're glad he came back, he's got plenty of jam
So we've got high hopes, we've got high hopes
We've got high apple pie-in-the-sky hopes
All problems with the coach buffoon
They'll be dealt with soon
Muller will step in his place
Whoop, there goes another problem -- oh
Whoop, there goes another problem -- oh
Whoop, there goes another problem erased
Erased!
(Aug. 11, 2016)
Next time you're down, and you're sportin' a frown
Give your head a good shake, just look around
Just what makes that little pissant
Stand in the crease, even though he is scant
Anyone knows he can't plant
He'll be knocked on his pants
But he's got high hopes, he's got high hopes
He's got high apple pie-in-the-sky hopes
So any time you're feelin' low
'Stead of lettin' go
Just remember that mole
Wow, he tipped in a contest-tying goal
Wow, he popped in a juicy rebound goal
Wow, he slipped in a winning overtime goal
When media say a team's behind the eight ball
There's a lot to be learned: they know squat all
Now once there was a stubborn old man
For scoring goals he had a poor plan
Dump and chase was his command – bland!
Then he got a new man
So he had high hopes, he had high hopes
He had high apple pie-in-the-sky hopes
So any time you're feelin' bad
Get a guy like Rad'
You'll be saying, Hot damn!
Wow, he plays just like a battering ram
Wow, he scores goals, he is no worthless sham
Wow, we're glad he came back, he's got plenty of jam
So we've got high hopes, we've got high hopes
We've got high apple pie-in-the-sky hopes
All problems with the coach buffoon
They'll be dealt with soon
Muller will step in his place
Whoop, there goes another problem -- oh
Whoop, there goes another problem -- oh
Whoop, there goes another problem erased
Erased!
The one and only Hag tells it like it is
(April 6, 2016)
A former hockey dynasty, this team was doomed to fall
It was much too big a thing for one mere man
Just take a look around and see the writing on the wall:
MT, you need to go, you understand
This team has never been in the awful shape it's in
And people scorn the things its leaders do
It's time, MB, you listened to advice from every fan
Jeezus, get a grip, or bid adieu
The mighty roar of fans cheering is now a distant sound
And our city streets are filled with angry men
Habs are now a mockery, they made no playoff round
Cuz adding fourth-line players became a trend
This team has never been in the awful shape it's in
Its leaders leave us doubting what they do
It's time a prayer was spoken from the heart of every fan:
Jeezus, GM Bergie, get a clue
Jeezus, get a grip or you'll be through
RIP, Merle
M-I-C-H-E-L M-O-U-S-E
(March 25, 2016)
Here's a bouncy little tune that will lift your spirits. It's a celebration of Michel Therrien and the level of coaching he has provided the Canadiens this season, which has brought to mind another legendary organization and its leadership.
[instrumental]
Who's the leader of the club
That's made for you and me?
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E
H there
I there!
O there!
We're as grumpy as can be!
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E
Michel Mouse (Desharnais)
Michel Mouse (Desharnais)
With the pair we'll see no banner fly
(Fly, fly, fly!)
Come along and sing the song
And join in misery
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E!
Michel Mouse Club!
Michel Mouse Club!
We'll have fun, we'll meet new faces
We'll say things that will disgrace us!
All around Hab fans are marching
[cut to mobs carrying torches]
[instrumental]
Who's the leader of the club
That lives on memories?
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E
H there
I there!
O there!
We're as grumpy as can be!
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E
Michel Mouse (Desharnais)
Michel Mouse (Desharnais)
With the pair we'll see no banner fly
(Fly, fly, fly!)
Come along and sing the song
Enjoy our disarray
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E!
Bye, Michel!
Bye, Michel!
Yay, Michel's done and gone!
Yay!
(March 25, 2016)
Here's a bouncy little tune that will lift your spirits. It's a celebration of Michel Therrien and the level of coaching he has provided the Canadiens this season, which has brought to mind another legendary organization and its leadership.
[instrumental]
Who's the leader of the club
That's made for you and me?
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E
H there
I there!
O there!
We're as grumpy as can be!
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E
Michel Mouse (Desharnais)
Michel Mouse (Desharnais)
With the pair we'll see no banner fly
(Fly, fly, fly!)
Come along and sing the song
And join in misery
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E!
Michel Mouse Club!
Michel Mouse Club!
We'll have fun, we'll meet new faces
We'll say things that will disgrace us!
All around Hab fans are marching
[cut to mobs carrying torches]
[instrumental]
Who's the leader of the club
That lives on memories?
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E
H there
I there!
O there!
We're as grumpy as can be!
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E
Michel Mouse (Desharnais)
Michel Mouse (Desharnais)
With the pair we'll see no banner fly
(Fly, fly, fly!)
Come along and sing the song
Enjoy our disarray
M-I-C-H-E-L
M-O-U-S-E!
Bye, Michel!
Bye, Michel!
Yay, Michel's done and gone!
Yay!
Yeah, that'll be the day, Molson says
(Feb. 19, 2016)
Geoff Molson doesn't pull any punches saying what he thinks of the fans' belly-aching:
Well, that'll be the day when you say good-bye
Yes, that'll be the day, when my team won't vie
You say you're gonna leave, you know it's a lie
“Cause that'll be the day when you die
Even when the coach was Cunney I still got all your money
The team was doing poorly, yeah, the GM too
But loyal you've remained even though you said you're leavin'
Maybe today's the day? Well, that's not true.
Yes, that'll be the day our tickets don't get sold
Yes, that'll be the day when you leave the fold
You say you're gonna leave, it's just a big bluff
Won't ever be a day you've had enough
[Instrumental]
Well, that'll be the day when fans start to walk
Yes, that'll be the day our tickets don't get hawked
You say you're gonna leave, you know you will balk
'Cause end of the day it's all talk.
Well, since Carey blew his knee you've shared his misery
We'll miss the playoffs, well boo-hoo-hoo
You write and scold me, and you lie to me boldly
That some day you'll switch to Blue.
Well, that'll be the day, when you say good-bye
Yes, that'll be day, Hab gifts you won't buy
You say you're gonna leave, buddy, nice try
'Cause that'll be the day when you die.
Well, that'll be the day, hoo hoo
That'll be the day, hoo hoo
That'll be the day, hoo hoo
That'll be the day
(Feb. 19, 2016)
Geoff Molson doesn't pull any punches saying what he thinks of the fans' belly-aching:
Well, that'll be the day when you say good-bye
Yes, that'll be the day, when my team won't vie
You say you're gonna leave, you know it's a lie
“Cause that'll be the day when you die
Even when the coach was Cunney I still got all your money
The team was doing poorly, yeah, the GM too
But loyal you've remained even though you said you're leavin'
Maybe today's the day? Well, that's not true.
Yes, that'll be the day our tickets don't get sold
Yes, that'll be the day when you leave the fold
You say you're gonna leave, it's just a big bluff
Won't ever be a day you've had enough
[Instrumental]
Well, that'll be the day when fans start to walk
Yes, that'll be the day our tickets don't get hawked
You say you're gonna leave, you know you will balk
'Cause end of the day it's all talk.
Well, since Carey blew his knee you've shared his misery
We'll miss the playoffs, well boo-hoo-hoo
You write and scold me, and you lie to me boldly
That some day you'll switch to Blue.
Well, that'll be the day, when you say good-bye
Yes, that'll be day, Hab gifts you won't buy
You say you're gonna leave, buddy, nice try
'Cause that'll be the day when you die.
Well, that'll be the day, hoo hoo
That'll be the day, hoo hoo
That'll be the day, hoo hoo
That'll be the day
New Year's Eve of Destruction
(Dec. 31, 2015)
Rabid Hab fans they are explodin', tempers flarin', no more gloatin'
The team started hot, a streak that was molten
We started out believin' a Cup they'd be totin'
It all came undone when the players started floatin'
And I tell you over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you better believe we're on the eve of destruction
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?
The big lead the team once held has been pissed away
Push the panic button, or get on your knees and pray
Bergie lands a forward, a right winger who can play
Just as long as it's not Subban who's bound the other way
And I tell you over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you better believe we're on the eve of destruction
[harmonica]
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'
Raise my fists, I'm gesticulatin'
They need to play tougher, there's no debatin'
Rub out the Bruins and Senators, who we love hatin'
You can't win games with only fancy skatin'
Show no respect to the sons of Satan
But they play like wusses it gets too frustratin'
And I tell you over and over and over again my friend
You better believe we're on the eve of destruction
[harmonica]
Think of all the games they lost in December
Worst month of all since I don't remember
A road trip through hell, their tails they have chased
Now comes the Winter Classic, played in outdoor space
Will they soar into the heavens or add to their disgrace?
Slip further in the standings all the way to seventh place?
Hate to tell you, neighbour, but it's staring you in the face
I tell you over and over and over it's over again my friend
You better believe we're on the eve of destruction
Yeah, yeah, you oughta know we're on New Year's Eve of Destruction
(Dec. 31, 2015)
Rabid Hab fans they are explodin', tempers flarin', no more gloatin'
The team started hot, a streak that was molten
We started out believin' a Cup they'd be totin'
It all came undone when the players started floatin'
And I tell you over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you better believe we're on the eve of destruction
Don't you understand what I'm trying to say?
The big lead the team once held has been pissed away
Push the panic button, or get on your knees and pray
Bergie lands a forward, a right winger who can play
Just as long as it's not Subban who's bound the other way
And I tell you over and over and over again my friend
Ah, you better believe we're on the eve of destruction
[harmonica]
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'
Raise my fists, I'm gesticulatin'
They need to play tougher, there's no debatin'
Rub out the Bruins and Senators, who we love hatin'
You can't win games with only fancy skatin'
Show no respect to the sons of Satan
But they play like wusses it gets too frustratin'
And I tell you over and over and over again my friend
You better believe we're on the eve of destruction
[harmonica]
Think of all the games they lost in December
Worst month of all since I don't remember
A road trip through hell, their tails they have chased
Now comes the Winter Classic, played in outdoor space
Will they soar into the heavens or add to their disgrace?
Slip further in the standings all the way to seventh place?
Hate to tell you, neighbour, but it's staring you in the face
I tell you over and over and over it's over again my friend
You better believe we're on the eve of destruction
Yeah, yeah, you oughta know we're on New Year's Eve of Destruction
I believe!
(April 25, 2015)
I believe for every shot that's ever made
A goal is scored
I believe that even in the dullest game
We're never bored
I believe for every pass that goes astray
Someone somehow
Will make the play
I believe, yes, I believe
I believe below the fray the smallest player
Can help the team
I believe it even when he doesn't shoot
And makes me scream
Every time I hear a Hab fan cry out
'I love this team – without a doubt!'
Then I know why
I believe
Every time a fan stands by this squad
No matter what, and it's not odd
Then I know why
I believe
(April 25, 2015)
I believe for every shot that's ever made
A goal is scored
I believe that even in the dullest game
We're never bored
I believe for every pass that goes astray
Someone somehow
Will make the play
I believe, yes, I believe
I believe below the fray the smallest player
Can help the team
I believe it even when he doesn't shoot
And makes me scream
Every time I hear a Hab fan cry out
'I love this team – without a doubt!'
Then I know why
I believe
Every time a fan stands by this squad
No matter what, and it's not odd
Then I know why
I believe
"C'est la vie," said the fans
(April 15, 2015)
The season had ended and the fans all wished them well
But though the Habs finished first there were doubts they couldn't dispel
MT was the coach and his sniper wasn't feeling swell
“C'est la vie,” said the fans, but, man, they didn't take it too well.
Habs started with the Sens, on their way to the Holy Grail
The refs called nothing, 'cause the rules aren't written in braille
The fans cried out, when Price got knocked down on his tail
“C'est his knee,” moaned the fans, “now the Habs will never prevail.”
Therrien blew a fuse, boy, he gave the refs a blast
Without CP in the net, the series would likely end fast
But when his goalie stood up the crowd roared at the Centre Bell
“MVP,” yelled the fans, “do us a favor -- send those Sens to hell!”
The Habs won the series, and three more, like in 93
Ten of their games went to OT before a victory
Desharnais led all scorers, at faceoffs he did excel
“C'est si bon,” cried the fans (some of whom stayed at the Novatel)
[Instrumental]
Manny got red hot after a season-long scoring cold spell
Smith-Pelly drove foes crazy, they scattered like leaves pell mell
And the two ex-Sabres, they finally came out of their shell
“C'est la vie,” said the posters, “it goes to show you never can tell.”
(April 15, 2015)
The season had ended and the fans all wished them well
But though the Habs finished first there were doubts they couldn't dispel
MT was the coach and his sniper wasn't feeling swell
“C'est la vie,” said the fans, but, man, they didn't take it too well.
Habs started with the Sens, on their way to the Holy Grail
The refs called nothing, 'cause the rules aren't written in braille
The fans cried out, when Price got knocked down on his tail
“C'est his knee,” moaned the fans, “now the Habs will never prevail.”
Therrien blew a fuse, boy, he gave the refs a blast
Without CP in the net, the series would likely end fast
But when his goalie stood up the crowd roared at the Centre Bell
“MVP,” yelled the fans, “do us a favor -- send those Sens to hell!”
The Habs won the series, and three more, like in 93
Ten of their games went to OT before a victory
Desharnais led all scorers, at faceoffs he did excel
“C'est si bon,” cried the fans (some of whom stayed at the Novatel)
[Instrumental]
Manny got red hot after a season-long scoring cold spell
Smith-Pelly drove foes crazy, they scattered like leaves pell mell
And the two ex-Sabres, they finally came out of their shell
“C'est la vie,” said the posters, “it goes to show you never can tell.”
Manny answers critics for not scoring anny
(Dec. 12, 2014)
You ask when I'll score next, I haven't a clue
I wasn't signed for offence, it isn't what I do
If you insist I'll tell you, a date you won't forget
I'll score the 12th of Never – if it's an empty net.
I'm the best, when it comes to draws
Scoring goals – you got me there, my game has flaws
If this keeps up, my total points – let's all do the Mathis –
At season's end, there will be none, in other words, just as is
But mark my words, to bring to close this sordid rhyme
I'll score the 12th of Never and that's a long, long time
From now, the 12th of Never – good thing I'm on the fourth line
(Dec. 12, 2014)
You ask when I'll score next, I haven't a clue
I wasn't signed for offence, it isn't what I do
If you insist I'll tell you, a date you won't forget
I'll score the 12th of Never – if it's an empty net.
I'm the best, when it comes to draws
Scoring goals – you got me there, my game has flaws
If this keeps up, my total points – let's all do the Mathis –
At season's end, there will be none, in other words, just as is
But mark my words, to bring to close this sordid rhyme
I'll score the 12th of Never and that's a long, long time
From now, the 12th of Never – good thing I'm on the fourth line
Lucic issues an apology for gross gesture
(Oct. 18, 2014)
(Oct. 18, 2014)
I'm sorry, so sorry
That I was such a fool
Now I know
I am so a tool
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-yes
You tell me mistakes
Are part of being dumb
But that's no excuse
I'm a fool who is plum
[Here Lucic sullenly repeats what he's told to say]
(I'm sorry) I'm sorry
(So sorry) So sorry
Please accept my apology
But rage is blind
And I'm an idiot, you see
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-yes
I acted selfishly
Got caught up in a feud
But still it's wrong
To be oh-so-lewd
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-yes
I'm sorry, so sorry
Please accept my apology
But rage is blind
And I'm an idiot, you see
(Sorry) [Lucic's had enough, refuses to say it one more time]
That I was such a fool
Now I know
I am so a tool
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-yes
You tell me mistakes
Are part of being dumb
But that's no excuse
I'm a fool who is plum
[Here Lucic sullenly repeats what he's told to say]
(I'm sorry) I'm sorry
(So sorry) So sorry
Please accept my apology
But rage is blind
And I'm an idiot, you see
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-yes
I acted selfishly
Got caught up in a feud
But still it's wrong
To be oh-so-lewd
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-yes
I'm sorry, so sorry
Please accept my apology
But rage is blind
And I'm an idiot, you see
(Sorry) [Lucic's had enough, refuses to say it one more time]
Makes me sad to sit and wonder why, Marc
(10:30 p.m., Sept. 29, 2014)
Talk of Canadien GM Marc Bergevin cutting him from the roster has Travis Moen channelling Bob Dylan:
Well, it makes me sad to sit and wonder why, Marc
I don't matter anymore
Bothers me to sit and wonder when, Marc,
I'll be headin' out the door
Make your roster cuts at the break of dawn
You'll wish me well tellin' me I'm gone
My bell's been rung, is that why I'm movin' on?
Please think twice, I'm alright
[harmonica]
I ain't much use in turnin' on the light , Marc,
A fact I've always knowed
Yeah,I ain't no use in turning on the light, Marc,
It was more about the code
I wish there was somethin' I could do or say
Make you change your mind so I can stay
Let me hang around, let me get to play
Once or twice, a for'night
[harmonica]
What's the use in crossin' out my name, Marc?
I'm the depth you will need
No, there ain't no good in crossin' out my name, Marc
I'll be so very peed
A-crashin' and a-bashin' is all I've ever done
I fought a few fights and some I even won
The losers cried my name (yeah, that's a sorry pun)
Don't say it twice, it's all wrong
[harmonica]
So lonnnnng, Mister B
Where I'm bound I can't tell
Good vibes ain't what I'm feelin' now
I'll just say, you go to hell
Yeah it's clear to me you're treatin' me unkind
Gimme a minute, I'll give you a piece of mind
Just a small bit, what the head shots left behind
Cut me loose? It's not right.
[harmonica]
(10:30 p.m., Sept. 29, 2014)
Talk of Canadien GM Marc Bergevin cutting him from the roster has Travis Moen channelling Bob Dylan:
Well, it makes me sad to sit and wonder why, Marc
I don't matter anymore
Bothers me to sit and wonder when, Marc,
I'll be headin' out the door
Make your roster cuts at the break of dawn
You'll wish me well tellin' me I'm gone
My bell's been rung, is that why I'm movin' on?
Please think twice, I'm alright
[harmonica]
I ain't much use in turnin' on the light , Marc,
A fact I've always knowed
Yeah,I ain't no use in turning on the light, Marc,
It was more about the code
I wish there was somethin' I could do or say
Make you change your mind so I can stay
Let me hang around, let me get to play
Once or twice, a for'night
[harmonica]
What's the use in crossin' out my name, Marc?
I'm the depth you will need
No, there ain't no good in crossin' out my name, Marc
I'll be so very peed
A-crashin' and a-bashin' is all I've ever done
I fought a few fights and some I even won
The losers cried my name (yeah, that's a sorry pun)
Don't say it twice, it's all wrong
[harmonica]
So lonnnnng, Mister B
Where I'm bound I can't tell
Good vibes ain't what I'm feelin' now
I'll just say, you go to hell
Yeah it's clear to me you're treatin' me unkind
Gimme a minute, I'll give you a piece of mind
Just a small bit, what the head shots left behind
Cut me loose? It's not right.
[harmonica]
Won't you come clean, Bill Daly_
(10:00 p.m., Aug. 27, 2014)
Won't you come clean, Bill Daly?
Won't you come clean?
We've moaned the whole day long.
What are you cookin', to bring in more dough?
Add to the league? That's wrong
'Member the many cities that didn't pan out
What makes you think it's better now?
The league should feel shame for an idea so lame,
Bill Daly, don't you milk a cash cow
No more new homes, Bill Daly
No more new homes.
Why don't you shrink, not expand?
The talent is lean, buddy, doesn't make sense
To grow is such a bad plan.
'Member the Flames (Atlanta), the Whalers too
The Thrashers and Nordiques and old Jets
If it's true what they say, you want more teams to play
The league is as dumb as it gets
Take it away, Ella, Jimmy ...
(10:00 p.m., Aug. 27, 2014)
Won't you come clean, Bill Daly?
Won't you come clean?
We've moaned the whole day long.
What are you cookin', to bring in more dough?
Add to the league? That's wrong
'Member the many cities that didn't pan out
What makes you think it's better now?
The league should feel shame for an idea so lame,
Bill Daly, don't you milk a cash cow
No more new homes, Bill Daly
No more new homes.
Why don't you shrink, not expand?
The talent is lean, buddy, doesn't make sense
To grow is such a bad plan.
'Member the Flames (Atlanta), the Whalers too
The Thrashers and Nordiques and old Jets
If it's true what they say, you want more teams to play
The league is as dumb as it gets
Take it away, Ella, Jimmy ...
O brother, what a contract!
(1:05 a.m., Aug. 1, 2014)
Bergevin and Meehan stayed up late to get a deal done.
Subban's agent was singing its praises afterwards.
I have a client by the name of Subban
An RFA who is his own man
He thinks he is the greatest guy in town
So we went to arbitration
Alarming fans across the nation
But we made a deal before it all went down.
He's in the penthouse now
He's in the penthouse now
Well I told him once or twice
Just play your cards and they'll meet your price
He's in the penthouse now.
Ah-dee-ole-hee-hee-ole-hee
Ah-dee-ole-hee-ole-hee-hee
Ole-hee-hee
Ole-hee-hee
Ole-heeeee
His defence is one of a kind
Fans agree (who are colour blind)
Won't be long, he'll stand above the rest
Now that he has signed his pact
There's no more here to distract
His focus now is to win the team a Cup.
He's in the swell house now
He's in the swell house now
He's locked up for eight years
For 68 mill' and his own jet Lear
He's in the swell house now.
Ah-dee-ole-hee-hee-hee
Ah-dee-ole-hee-hee
Ole-hee-hee
Ole-hee-hee
Ole-heeeee
We're glad that it's all settled
The fans were getting nettled
They wanted Subban inked for a long term
And so they 'spent' Geoff's fortune
Their posts worked like extortion
We raked in all the dough that could be found
We're in the penthouse now
We're in the penthouse now
I told the GM right to his face
Thanks a bunch for a Habulous place
We're in the penthouse now
Ah-dee-ole-hee-hee-ole-hee
Ah-dee-ole-hee-hee-hee
Olé-hee-hee
Ole-hee-hee
Ole-heeeee
(1:05 a.m., Aug. 1, 2014)
Bergevin and Meehan stayed up late to get a deal done.
Subban's agent was singing its praises afterwards.
I have a client by the name of Subban
An RFA who is his own man
He thinks he is the greatest guy in town
So we went to arbitration
Alarming fans across the nation
But we made a deal before it all went down.
He's in the penthouse now
He's in the penthouse now
Well I told him once or twice
Just play your cards and they'll meet your price
He's in the penthouse now.
Ah-dee-ole-hee-hee-ole-hee
Ah-dee-ole-hee-ole-hee-hee
Ole-hee-hee
Ole-hee-hee
Ole-heeeee
His defence is one of a kind
Fans agree (who are colour blind)
Won't be long, he'll stand above the rest
Now that he has signed his pact
There's no more here to distract
His focus now is to win the team a Cup.
He's in the swell house now
He's in the swell house now
He's locked up for eight years
For 68 mill' and his own jet Lear
He's in the swell house now.
Ah-dee-ole-hee-hee-hee
Ah-dee-ole-hee-hee
Ole-hee-hee
Ole-hee-hee
Ole-heeeee
We're glad that it's all settled
The fans were getting nettled
They wanted Subban inked for a long term
And so they 'spent' Geoff's fortune
Their posts worked like extortion
We raked in all the dough that could be found
We're in the penthouse now
We're in the penthouse now
I told the GM right to his face
Thanks a bunch for a Habulous place
We're in the penthouse now
Ah-dee-ole-hee-hee-ole-hee
Ah-dee-ole-hee-hee-hee
Olé-hee-hee
Ole-hee-hee
Ole-heeeee
A free agent man
(July 1, 2014)
Montreal GM Marc Bergevin offers some advice to his colleagues:
Here's a guy who's looking to hit paydirt
Gets a long-term deal and then can't play hurt
But that's the chance you take
Now give your head a shake
Odds are that the deal will bring you sorrow
A free agent man
A free agent man
He's looking for a number that will set him up for life
Beware of deadly snipers that you find
The scoring they once did will turn you blind
To all their many flaws
(They'll want a no-trade clause)
Odds are that the deal will bring you sorrow
A free agent man
A free agent man
He's looking for a number that will set him up for life
[instrumental]
A free agent man
A free agent man
He's looking for a number that will set him up for life
You get to play the field just like a rover
And months after FA frenzy is all over
The fans will loudly bray
They'll criticize your play
But you won't care, you're set up for tomorrow.
A free agent man
A free agent man
You've found yourself a patsy who has set you up for life
A free agent man
(July 1, 2014)
Montreal GM Marc Bergevin offers some advice to his colleagues:
Here's a guy who's looking to hit paydirt
Gets a long-term deal and then can't play hurt
But that's the chance you take
Now give your head a shake
Odds are that the deal will bring you sorrow
A free agent man
A free agent man
He's looking for a number that will set him up for life
Beware of deadly snipers that you find
The scoring they once did will turn you blind
To all their many flaws
(They'll want a no-trade clause)
Odds are that the deal will bring you sorrow
A free agent man
A free agent man
He's looking for a number that will set him up for life
[instrumental]
A free agent man
A free agent man
He's looking for a number that will set him up for life
You get to play the field just like a rover
And months after FA frenzy is all over
The fans will loudly bray
They'll criticize your play
But you won't care, you're set up for tomorrow.
A free agent man
A free agent man
You've found yourself a patsy who has set you up for life
A free agent man
Souvenirs
(June 7, 2014)
[Instrumental]
All the ice has turned to water
Hockey dreams have turned to dust
Habs didn't make it to the final
The whole next week I moaned and cussed
I hate Bettman and his zebras
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they rob me
Of more playoff souvenirs
Stanley Cups they can't be boughten
They can't be won outside the U.S.A.
Or with players small, who often seem to fall
Or coaches whose best days are just OK
[Instrumental]
Broken hearts and dirty misdeeds
Are things I never will forget
I can't forgive the way that Kreider
Rammed poor Carey in the net.
I hate watching old go-getters
Skate as if they're in first gear
And I won't give a pass to Vanek
Whose last trick was: Disappear!
Memories they can't be bottled
The fond ones I still have are fading fast
Well, it took me years to get those souvenirs
And I'd like one more to call up from the past
(June 7, 2014)
[Instrumental]
All the ice has turned to water
Hockey dreams have turned to dust
Habs didn't make it to the final
The whole next week I moaned and cussed
I hate Bettman and his zebras
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they rob me
Of more playoff souvenirs
Stanley Cups they can't be boughten
They can't be won outside the U.S.A.
Or with players small, who often seem to fall
Or coaches whose best days are just OK
[Instrumental]
Broken hearts and dirty misdeeds
Are things I never will forget
I can't forgive the way that Kreider
Rammed poor Carey in the net.
I hate watching old go-getters
Skate as if they're in first gear
And I won't give a pass to Vanek
Whose last trick was: Disappear!
Memories they can't be bottled
The fond ones I still have are fading fast
Well, it took me years to get those souvenirs
And I'd like one more to call up from the past
For Hab fans who are hard on their 'heroes', here's a song by Hank Williams tribute artist, Dusty Butts.
(March 27, 2013)
The news is out
All over town
Hab fans despair,
Their sorrows drown
But drink won’t help
Remove their pain
Their heroes suck
They lose again.
Two in a row
Is a disgrace
Another loss
There goes first place
The Habs are toast
They’ll break not bend
Against the Bruins
They’ll lose again
I’m sorry that
You feel this way
Why do you watch
Your ‘favourites’ play?
They try their best
But when in vain
You crow to all
‘They lose again!’
You have no heart
You have no shame
You take delight
In giving blame
A win or loss
You still complain
No matter what
You’ll whine again
Here’s what Cole Porter’s saying about tonight’s game (warning: he had a few drinks so it’s not up to his usual standards, so do cut the old boy some slack)
[Instrumental, or you can join in right off the bat when the band starts playing. You might get some dirty looks, though.]
The game tonight the whole town’s talking
Will the boys in blue do something shocking
Well, everyone knows – anything goes!
A team of goons and their nasty overlords
They only use four letter words, on their foes – anything goes!
Hab fans have gone mad today,
All have had their say
Now they want their way
Who the team will play
While others will stay
Safe from harm today
From those oh-so nasty pros
Try their best to win the division
But be sure to make provision
For what’s in store – anything goes
[Instrumental, and then chime in with the following at 2:12, or head out to the dance floor right now and show off those new steps you've been practising at home]
Carlyle’s gang will try to lay a beating on
But here’s what we will be tweeting on:
'No Hab woes – Toronto blows'
The team stayed cool, and gave not a quarter
The Habs prevailed, even tho’ they’re shorter
More Leaf lows – and so it goes.
Andrei's got his mojo workin'
NHL blues legend Frozen Waters channels Andrei Markov and puts to rest – mostly – any fears fans might have about the blueliner’s fitness to stand up to the rigours of another NHL season, even one that’s just 48 games.
Got my mojo workin’, now I’m headin’ back to camp
Got my mojo workin’, yeah I’m headin’ back to camp
I wanna play so badly, I sure hope my legs don’t cramp
I’m flyin’ back to play some hockey, I am a mojo man
I’m flyin’ back to play some hockey, I am a mojo man
My knees are so much better, but please don’t shake my hand
Got my mojo workin’
Got my mojo workin’
Got my mojo workin’
Got my mojo workin’
Got my mojo workin’, and my lungs are workin’ too
[Instrumental]
I got a gypsy woman givin’ me advice
I got a gypsy woman givin’ me advice
I got a whole lot of tips to keep me on the ice
Got my mojo workin’
Got my pelvis workin’
Got my mojo workin’
Got my deltoids workin’
Got my mojo workin’, and my heart is workin’ too
[Instrumental]
Got my mojo workin’
Got my lymph nodes workin’
Got my mojo workin’
Got my neurons workin’
Got my mojo workin’, buddy, and my brain is workin’ too
A dog in a manger
A dog in a manger
Lets no one come in
Lord Bettman Almighty
Commits a great sin
The stars in pro hockey
Are told they can’t play
The lockout prevents them
From making good hay
[Instrumental]
Hab fans are lowing
‘Just do what it takes!”
But LB Almighty
Few concessions he makes
I loathe thee, Lord Bettman
Look down from your nose
Your intractable way
Has created great foes
Please hear me, Lord Bettman
And do as I say
Step out from the manger
Go see the PA
Shake hands on a contract
A season commence
Retire the day after
We’ll bring you presents
Do! Do! Do!Do! Do! Do! Do!
MmmMmmmmMmmmMmmm
Whose Fault Is This?
[Intro]
Whose fault is this, who lays to rest
A season lost impending?
Whose headstrong ways induced delays
And thus a deal forfending?
[Instrumental]
Why is he held in such mean esteem
Where guys and gals go drinking?
Good grief, it’s clear, their world he seared
With steely eyes unblinking
This, this is Bettman’s deed
Whom fans decry with every screed
Haste, haste to bring him low
The son of a B. named Gary
So fans incensed, be not demure
Give Bettman what is owed him
Pay him a call, say ‘Hi, y’all!’
Then grab him by the scrotum
This, this is what it’s like
When you decide our game to spike
Gag, gag, share in our pain
Life’s a bitch, ain’t it, Gary?
What shall we do in months to come
When there’s no team to cheer for?
Allocate time for subjects sublime?
Me, I know I’ll drink beer more.
This, this is what we face
If CBA talks remain a disgrace
Haste not at all to make a deal
Good grief, why is it they tarry?
Whose fault is this, who lays to rest
A season lost impending?
Whose headstrong ways induced delays
And thus a deal forfending?
[Instrumental]
Why is he held in such mean esteem
Where guys and gals go drinking?
Good grief, it’s clear, their world he seared
With steely eyes unblinking
This, this is Bettman’s deed
Whom fans decry with every screed
Haste, haste to bring him low
The son of a B. named Gary
So fans incensed, be not demure
Give Bettman what is owed him
Pay him a call, say ‘Hi, y’all!’
Then grab him by the scrotum
This, this is what it’s like
When you decide our game to spike
Gag, gag, share in our pain
Life’s a bitch, ain’t it, Gary?
What shall we do in months to come
When there’s no team to cheer for?
Allocate time for subjects sublime?
Me, I know I’ll drink beer more.
This, this is what we face
If CBA talks remain a disgrace
Haste not at all to make a deal
Good grief, why is it they tarry?
No parody today. Take the time to sing along.
Silent night! Holy night!
All is calm all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace!
Sleep in heavenly peace!
Silent night! Holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing Hallelujah
Christ the Saviour is born!
Christ the Saviour is born!
Silent night! Holy night!
Son of God love's pure light
Radiant beams from thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace,
Jesus, Lord at thy birth,
Jesus, Lord at thy birth
'Tis the season (it just ain't hockey)
Unholy Ivy Leaguer
Bettman sings the same old tune
Why try your best to reach a fair deal
When a union you can ruin
The rising of the salaries
And the contracts’ multi years
Raised the ire of many team owners
Undone by their own peers
Undone by their own peers
Backstabbed by their own peers
[Instrumental]
To save themselves from each other
They will fight tooth and nail
Forcing players to make concessions
Or the season they’ll derail
The rising of fans’ anger
Touches not the owners’ hearts
They are sure all the sheep will come back
Just as soon as season starts
Just as soon as season starts
That’s if the season starts
[Instrumental]
The upbraiding of the union
The running down of Don Fehr
Play rough with reputed partners
Demanding more of their share
So says the owners’ play book
When attempting new deals
If the players really dislike it
They can go cool their heels
They can go cool their heels
Let them go cool their heels
[Instrumental]
And when the talking’s over
No deal has been made
Fans will rise and swear ‘Sweet Jaysus!
Our allegiance we’ll trade!’
No more is it hockey
The game makes us hurl
Off to the rinks we will be heading
To learn the right way to curl
To learn the right way to curl
Making new friends as we curl
[Instrumental]
Greed River
Well, started in the minors a long time ago, yeah
Let me remember things I love
Breakin’ free when the checkin’ gets tight
Blastin’ a shot that turns on the red light
Tauntin’ foes, just to start a big fight
I can hear the mad fans tellin’ me
They’d love to see me hangin’ from a tree
These days now all I do is hang around
Watchin’ my career as it slowly drowns
Sinks beneath the surface of the Greed River.
Wahhhhh
[Instrumental]
Instead of training camp I spent my days, oh
Waitin’ for a deal by high-priced talkers
Knowin’ my career is all but over
To find another job I’ll need a letter (cover)
And I lost it all, I lost it in the Greed River
Wahhhhh
Goin’ back home
A happy song to start the day
I won’t let no hockey leave me feeling no joy. I’m a happy kind of fella
See below, it’s a cappella
(Sorry, there’s no link to a tune, but you should know the lyrics are based on the emotionally powerful anthem independence fighters used to sing when they took to the street before Estonia gained its freedom from Soviet control in 1918. Enjoy)
I’m going to sing a happy song
Going to sing it all day long
A smile on my face
Won’t be out of place
When I sing this happy song
I’ll go hopping down the street
Shake the hands of those I meet
I’ll say ‘Have a good day!’
Then I’ll be on my way
Going hop, hop down the street
I’m going to snap my fingers – Snap! Snap!
I’m going to tap my toes – Tap! Tap!
I’ll hum a merry ditty
When I see a girl who’s pretty
Then I’ll clap my hands – Clap! Clap!
I’m going to whistle while I work
There’s nothing I will shirk
I’ll never eschew
What I’m paid to do
I won’t go postal or berserk!
I’ll keep a positive mind
Look for good in what I find
I’ll be a pleasant fellow
Rather nice, oh so mellow
Become a model for all mankind
Only good things will I spin
I’ll put the grin back in chagrin
You’ll find me oh-so-cheery
I’ll be no Wallace Beery
I’ll be more like Rin-Tin-Tin
If there is no hockey, swell
None of us needs the NHL
Life is what we make it
Live it fully, do not fake it
And tell the league to go … sing a happy song
And sing it all day long
Put a smile on your face
(There is no better place!)
You really can’t go wrong
Joining a happy throng
Dancing all night long
Singing this happy SONNNNNGGGG!!!
What does Mary Poppin think
about the poobah of hockey?
What are hockey-obsessed fans around the country doing these days? Singing about their second obsession of course.
Supercilious-calculating-SOB-he loathes us
These are words that best describe Bettman who’s atrocious
For all the harm he’s done the sport an apology he owes us
Supercilious-calculating-SOB he loathes us
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
I played the game last century
When I was just a lad
I’d watch the games each Saturday
But now I can’t do that
The bad man’s locked the players out
The season’s a no-go
All because the billionaires
Say they need more dough
Oh….
Supercilious-calculating-SOB-he loathes us
These are words that best describe Bettman who’s atrocious
For all the harm he’s done the sport an apology he owes us
Supercilious-calculating– he suffers from sclerosis
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
The leader of a loathsome pack
He always gets his way
He is the face of corporate greed
And this is why we say
The day that he was hired
Will go down in infamy
Three times he’s taken hockey
Away from you and me
Supercilious-calculating-SOB-he loathes us
These are words that best describe Bettman who’s atrocious
For all the harm he’s done the sport an apology he owes us
Supercilious-calculating-SOB he loathes us
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
So when the rage has gripped your throat
You can hardly sputter
Sing the song that we have sung
And when a sound you utter
Be sure it’s clear and loudly heard
By those who own the league
[Spoken] The ones who made ‘em filthy rich
Are showing fan fatigue
Oh, and a lovely thing it ain’t!
Supercilious-calculating-Bettman, he’s atrocious
Supercilious-calculating-SOB-he loathes us
Supercilious-calculating-he suffers from sclerosis
Supercilious-calculating-Bettman, he’s atrocioussssss!!!!
about the poobah of hockey?
What are hockey-obsessed fans around the country doing these days? Singing about their second obsession of course.
Supercilious-calculating-SOB-he loathes us
These are words that best describe Bettman who’s atrocious
For all the harm he’s done the sport an apology he owes us
Supercilious-calculating-SOB he loathes us
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
I played the game last century
When I was just a lad
I’d watch the games each Saturday
But now I can’t do that
The bad man’s locked the players out
The season’s a no-go
All because the billionaires
Say they need more dough
Oh….
Supercilious-calculating-SOB-he loathes us
These are words that best describe Bettman who’s atrocious
For all the harm he’s done the sport an apology he owes us
Supercilious-calculating– he suffers from sclerosis
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
The leader of a loathsome pack
He always gets his way
He is the face of corporate greed
And this is why we say
The day that he was hired
Will go down in infamy
Three times he’s taken hockey
Away from you and me
Supercilious-calculating-SOB-he loathes us
These are words that best describe Bettman who’s atrocious
For all the harm he’s done the sport an apology he owes us
Supercilious-calculating-SOB he loathes us
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
So when the rage has gripped your throat
You can hardly sputter
Sing the song that we have sung
And when a sound you utter
Be sure it’s clear and loudly heard
By those who own the league
[Spoken] The ones who made ‘em filthy rich
Are showing fan fatigue
Oh, and a lovely thing it ain’t!
Supercilious-calculating-Bettman, he’s atrocious
Supercilious-calculating-SOB-he loathes us
Supercilious-calculating-he suffers from sclerosis
Supercilious-calculating-Bettman, he’s atrocioussssss!!!!