Warren Zevon - Hit Somebody (The Hockey Song) lyrics
[Warren Zevon - Hit Somebody The Hockey Song lyrics]
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the
Time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
And Little Buddy dreamed he
Was Rocket Richard
He grew up big and he grew up tough
He saw himself scoring for
The Wings or Canucks
But he wasn't that good with a puck
Buddy's real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn't in it
But the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee's and juniors
And midgets and mites
He must have racked up more
Than three hundred fights
'Til a scout from the Flames
Came down from Saskatoon
Said, "There's always room on our
Team for a goon
Son, we've always got room for a goon"
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Brains over brawn, that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
(Hit somebody)
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
"Hit somebody, " was what the crowd roared
When Buddy the goon came over the boards
"Coach, " he'd say, "I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role
The fast guys get paid, they shoot
And they score" protect them, Buddy
That's what you're here for
Protection is what you're here for
Protection, it's the stars that score
Protection, go and kick somebody's ass
Protection, don't put the biscuit
In the basket just
"Hit some, Buddy, " it rang in his ears
Blood on the ice ran down through the years
The king of the goons with a box for a throne
A thousand stitches and broken bones
He never lost a fight on his icy patrol
But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal
He just wanted one damn goal
There were Swedes at the blue line
Finns at the red
A Russian with a stick heading
Straight for his head
Brains over brawn, that might work for you
What's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
(Hit somebody)
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
In his final season, on his final night
Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight
Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll
And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal
The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot
Twenty years of waiting went into that shot
The fans jumped up, and the Finn jumped too
And coldcocked Buddy on his follow-through
The big man crumbled, but he felt all right
'Cause the last thing he saw
Was the flashing red light
He saw that heavenly light
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Take care of your teeth
That might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
(Hit somebody)
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
(Hit somebody)
What's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
He started playing hockey by the
Time he was nine
His dad took the hose and froze the back yard
And Little Buddy dreamed he
Was Rocket Richard
He grew up big and he grew up tough
He saw himself scoring for
The Wings or Canucks
But he wasn't that good with a puck
Buddy's real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn't in it
But the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee's and juniors
And midgets and mites
He must have racked up more
Than three hundred fights
'Til a scout from the Flames
Came down from Saskatoon
Said, "There's always room on our
Team for a goon
Son, we've always got room for a goon"
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Brains over brawn, that might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
(Hit somebody)
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
"Hit somebody, " was what the crowd roared
When Buddy the goon came over the boards
"Coach, " he'd say, "I wanna score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role
The fast guys get paid, they shoot
And they score" protect them, Buddy
That's what you're here for
Protection is what you're here for
Protection, it's the stars that score
Protection, go and kick somebody's ass
Protection, don't put the biscuit
In the basket just
"Hit some, Buddy, " it rang in his ears
Blood on the ice ran down through the years
The king of the goons with a box for a throne
A thousand stitches and broken bones
He never lost a fight on his icy patrol
But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal
He just wanted one damn goal
There were Swedes at the blue line
Finns at the red
A Russian with a stick heading
Straight for his head
Brains over brawn, that might work for you
What's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
(Hit somebody)
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
In his final season, on his final night
Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight
Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll
And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal
The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot
Twenty years of waiting went into that shot
The fans jumped up, and the Finn jumped too
And coldcocked Buddy on his follow-through
The big man crumbled, but he felt all right
'Cause the last thing he saw
Was the flashing red light
He saw that heavenly light
There were Swedes to the left of him
Russians to the right
A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight
Take care of your teeth
That might work for you
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
(Hit somebody)
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
(Hit somebody)
What's a Canadian farm boy to do?
(Hit somebody)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?