I like sea shanties. Just spitballing
Oh the year was nineteen ninety two
(how I wish I was in Ot'twa now)
A letter from Ziegler gave a team
To the prettiest city I've ever seen
God damn them all, we were told
We'd cruise the league for Stanley's gold.
We'd lose no games, shed no tears...
Now I'm a broken man counting all my scars, the last of Firestone's Senators.
Oh Brucie Firestone scoured the league
(how I wish I was in Ot'twa now)
For twenty brave men, all hockey-men who
could make for him the Senator's crew
God damn them all, we were told
We'd cruise the league for Stanley's gold.
We'd lose no games, shed no tears...
Now I'm a broken man counting all my scars, the last of Firestone's Senators.
The Senator's team was a sickening sight
(how I wish I was in Ot'twa now)
She'd score once a game and her blueline stunk
and the goalies with their stresses and their failures and funk.
God damn them all, we were told
We'd cruise the league for Stanley's gold.
We'd lose no games, shed no tears...
Now I'm a broken man counting all my scars, the last of Firestone's Senators.
On the league's first day, we played the Habs
(how I wish I was in Ot'twa now)
We won, and the fans had a glorious day
Pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all, we were told
We'd cruise the league for Stanley's gold.
We'd lose no games, shed no tears...
Now I'm a broken man counting all my scars, the last of Firestone's Senators.
And so on...