Hit Somebody (the Hockey Song) Lyrics - 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" 

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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 

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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? (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?