In
honor of the Hockey Strike
Words
& Music Ó 2004 Pete Cugno
This
isn’t how it’s supposed to be
A
winter without hockey
Is like a beer fridge without
any beer
It’s just so empty and
cold
Because our season was stole(n)
For reasons that are not very
clear
Well the players don’t
want no salary cap
The owners all cry, “we’re
poor!”
But it’s hard to feel
sorry for either sob story
When I can’t even afford
tickets anymore
Chorus: So shut the puck up
Bring back our game
All you owners and players
do
Is whine and complain
Hey if you can’t make
ends meet
On all the money you earn
Then you should get out of
hockey
And give someone else a turn
For years my wife and me
Watched the hockey on TV
And got it on as much as we
could
Yes every Saturday night
I’d put my helmet on
tight
And give her “two minutes
for looking so good”
But now I don’t get no
action
My wife she’s never in
the mood
And I just don’t get
the same satisfaction
Out of watching Jeopardy in
the nude
Chorus: So shut the puck up
Enough is enough
Why don’t you try digging
ditches
If you think your jobs are
so tough
Or try teaching a classroom
Or saving a life
Or if you really want tough
Take a body check from my wife
From the diehard fans to the
concession stands
To the sports bars –
they’re all out of luck
Yes the business is down in
every hockey town
Mon ami - this lockout she
suck!
But it don’t stop there
you bunch of greedy millionaires
Oh no - it’s much worse
than you think
This year my friend Tony has
to drive his Zamboni
On the ice on my backyard rink
Chorus: So shut the puck up
Don’t get your nose out
of joint
And throw away the whole season
Just so you can make a point
You know that sooner or later
Both sides will have to agree
It’s like a rectal exam
- get it over with quickly
And shut the puck up
We all miss our teams
You’ve turned out the
lights
On every little boy’s
dreams
Call it a strike or a lockout
Call it what you wish
I call it a kick in the ass to the fans who
made you rich
So SHUT THE PUCK UP!