Lyrics Hit Somebody! (The Hockey Song) - Warren Zevon

Hit Somebody! (The Hockey Song)

He was born i Big Beaver by the borderline
he started playing by the time he was nine.
His dad tog the hose and froze the back yard
little Buddy dreamed he was 'Rocket' Richard.
He grew up big and he grew up tall
he saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks
but he wasn’t that good with the puck.
Buddy’s real talent was beatin' people up
his heart wasn’t in but the crowd had ate it up.
Through peewees and juniors and midgets and mice
he must have racked up more than three hundered fights.
There were a scout from the Flames came down to Saskatoon
said there’s allways room on a team for a goon
son we’ve allways got room for a goon.
There were Swedes to the left of him,
Russians to the right, a Czech at blue line looking for a fight.
Brains over brawn that might work for you.
But what’s a canadien farm boy to do?
Hit somebody!
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Hit Somebody!
What’s a canadien farm boy to do?
Hit Somebody!
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Hit somebody was what the crowd roard
when Buddy the goon came over the boards.
Coach, he’d said, I want to 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 your here for
Protection — it’s the stars who score
Protection — go and kick somebody’s ass
Protection — don’t put the biscuit in the basket
just hit somebody rang in his ears
blood on the ice ran down through the gears.
The king of the goons with a box for a throne
a thousand stiches and broken bones.
He never lost a fight on his ice he patrol.
But deep inside Buddy, whom may 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.
But what’s a canadien farm boy to do?
Hit somebody!
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Hit Somebody!
What’s a canadien 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 where pegged for a fight.
Thirty seceonds left when the puck took a roll
and suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal.
The golie commited, but he picked his spot.
Twenty years of waiting went in to that shot.
The fans jumped up and the Finn jumped too
cold caught Buddy on his follow thorugh.
The big man crumbled but he fell 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 blue line looking for a fight.
Take care of yor teeth, that might work for you.
But what’s a canadien farm boy to do?
Hit somebody!
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Hit somebody!
What’s a canadien farm boy to do?
Hit somebody!
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Hit somebody!
But what’s a canadien farm boy to do?
Hit somebody!
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?