ฟังเพลงHit Somebody!

Hit Somebody! (The Hockey Song) - Warren Zevon

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

Till 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 who 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

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

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 followthrough

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

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