Edit: Please note that the following parody required some alterations to the slant rhyme technique that Bruce Dickinson could get away with (dude could sing the phone book and still make it sound great imho).
Hear the rime of the Tampa Bay Lightning
Normally in the rink Amalie
Playing in the bubble out in the West
To win perhaps the toughest Cup in history
As the core plays well, and old vets come alive
Caught by this spell and the Boys write a new tale
Edmonton is the land of the snow and ice
Though a place where Greatness has been
Now the snow is gone as Playoffs are in the Fall
Hailing no travel, hoping good luck it brings
And as they play on, all games in the North
Are on foreigner’s ice with no fans to watch upon
First round we see the Jackets of Columbus
Tampa fans cry, “Revenge thy be done!”
And when it's over, our next opponent
The Boston Bruins, enemy number One!
Testing on and on and no Covid f***ing 19
Round Two to come and will a harder test be seen?
The Series begins with a vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
No love is lost with the players from Boston
On Point, Kuch and Hedman our hopes are hung
And I recall the pause from late March we all did see
Remember how the world it paused for you and me
Day after day, day after day
We stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Covid, Covid everywhere and our social lives did shrink
Covid, Covid everywhere is all anyone could think.
Here comes the NHL& NHLPA, return to play on their mind
To play with no fans in stands and players forced to stay inside
See, onward it comes
Onward we near, to play in summer sun
See, Bubbles to play in, a concept so new
Canada gets one, wait they get two
Waiting on baited breath
Interest in Training Camps all anew
Testing all players hoping they’re safe and precautions are used
Then, one by one. They come back clean, four thousand plus
We, we take a breath. Hope it still lives, to play in summer sun
(Bridge into legendary creepy narrative)
One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each left his family with familiar pang
And many with a tear in his eye
Fourteen times fifty gifted men
(And I heard nor sigh nor groan)
With heavy hearts they knew their parts,
And entered the Bubbles, one by one.
The target - Hockey’s ultimate prize
Or First Overall in some eyes
Alone with each other
They settled into barrack like lives
And by the light of the moon
HF Boards pray for an end to the gloom
With heart we bless them
Players and support staff all of them too
Back to the second round we take
The Bolts send the Bruins to their fate
Second Round ends in victory
Tampa Bay is onto Round Threeeeee!
(Awesome Lead, Bass Guitar and Percussion work)
Read the Posts of the long, gone Members
See them stir and they start to rise
Bandwagoners wish good spirits
So great to see them and all welcome in our eyes
And now the Isles to be fought, Trap style again
The Boys embrace this chance and the battle is on!
Will the curse be finally lifted
This Core will they be known
For a bounce back season
Bringing the Stanley Cup back home
And then a Third Round won by us
It was a joy of immense relief
Pointer, Kuch along with the Big Cat
And Hedman have made us believe.
And the Finals start rough but we win the next three
And Game Five is a tough loss in double OT.
We fans are bound to tell of the story
When Stamkos scored in Game # Three
Now one win away from taking the Final
Win the Cup and bring it to Amalie.
Then HF Tampa will be grateful women and men
And this Memory shall live on and on and on