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HOCKEY Jane Siberry They're playing hockey on the frozen river Rosie! You skate as fast as you can 'til you hit the snowbank (that's how you stop) And you buy your sweater through the catalogue Sailing on Rosie! You'll have that scar on your chin forever you know Looks bad now, but someday your girlfriend will say "Hey, what?" You might look out the window... Or not Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away get away get away get away Break away break away break away break away This stick was signed by Jean Belliveau so don't fuckin' tell me where to fuckin' go... fuck fuck fuck fuck! Sunday afternoon Hey, your dog just stole the puck- ahh, not my dog You get it - your turn They rioted in the streets of Montreal when they benched Rocket Richard, and that is true bona fide Canadian history, that's what really counts That's what we're all about Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away get away get away get away Break away break away break away break away You use your rubber boots for goal-posts and you're so proud of that, cause they're your boots that they're usin'that Oh, walkin' home There's some people fishin' in those fishin' huts down the river Smoking big cigars and telling stories of long ago Rosie! The sun is setting on the frozen river And the willow trees with their long fingers hanging over the banks and somewhere far away in a distant memory is a little boy sittin' on a log with bare feet, bruised knees fishin' fishin' dreamin' of one day, one day They're playin' hockey on the frozen river The wind is dying down Don't let those Sunday afternoons Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away (Contributed by =Ae= - July 2013)

    





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