Tytuł: Hit somebody

• Wykonawca: Warren Zevon
• Wyświetleń: 349

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, midgets and mites
   He must have racked up more than three hundred fights
   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
   What else can a farm boy from Canada to do
   But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
   What else can a farm boy from Canada to 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, 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--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 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 Canadian farm boy to do
   What else can a farm boy from Canada to do
   But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
   What else can a farm boy from Canada to 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, 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
   What else can a farm boy from Canada to do
   But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
   What else can a farm boy from Canada to do