Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a mans soul and faith I was round when Bud Selig Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure the World Series Was shutdown in the nick of time Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is why I shut down your game I was around in ‘85 When it was time to fling some dirt Trumped up some collusion charges Just to make the owners hurt I destroyed careers And only sneered At replacement players And all their tears Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is why I shut down your game, oh yeah I've watched with glee While owners and players Fought for four decades For money you made I shouted out, Who killed this years hockey? When after all It was you and me Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for your players Who are not even in my league Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's puzzling you Is why I shut down your game, oh yeah, get down, baby Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is why I shut down your game Just as every owner’s a criminal And all the players saints As heads is tails Call me Donald Lucifehr And I should be in restraints But if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah But what's puzzling you Is why I shut down your game, um mean it, get down Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah What's my name Tell me, baby, what's my name Tell me, sweetie, what's my name Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Ooo, who, who Oh, yeah
I am truly amazed at the talent and effort that goes into these things ..i really am..This is why i am proud to be a canucks fan...but along with that to call some of these posters cyber friends...
if i wasnt on a phone and not aloud to at work..I would bastardize a lyric or 2 myself ...keep on keepin on guys...we have a ways to go..
We were stung, shoulder to elbowpad we stand No promises, no demands CBA's are a Battlefield
We are strong, no Tant you can't tell us we're wrong Saying its all our fault like were all alone the owners not even throwing us a bone CBA's are a Battlefield
Taking our rights away and lowering our pay Why do they hurt us so bad? we would really like to know are you really as poor as you say, or are we alI just being had? Believe me, believe me, I can't tell you why But you lied so often in the past, and I'm chained to your lies
We were stung, shoulder to elbowpad we stand No promises, no demands CBA's are a Battlefield
Sat dish for sale or rent PVR to let...fifty cents. No team, no league, no bets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but..two hours of free time now' multiplyed by 4 at least I'm a fan of means by no means King of the road.
Third lockout, I recall Destination...SEL. Old worn out Jersey n things, wonder what the union brings, I watch old replays I have found Short, but not with any sound I'm a fan of means by no means King of the road.
I know every player on every team All of their children, and all of their names And every lockout in every town And every lock that ain't really locked When no one's around.
I sing, Sat dish for sale or rent PVR to let, fifty cents No team, no league, no bets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours freetime now Buys an eight hour time each week I'm a fan of means by no means King of the road.
Billion dollar babies Rubber little owner, slicker than a weasel, Grimy as an alley, leaves me like no other.
Billion dollar baby Rotten little monster, baby, I abhore you. Man or woman living couldn't hate you like I do, You go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising in the sky. If you're too rough, we tell you, we 're so scared the unions head will come off in your hands.
Yeah, billion dollar baby started in the dimestore, No other little game could ever hold you Any tighter, any tighter than the NHL, baby.... Billion dollar baby Reckless like a gambler, multi-million contracts You cant control your little self.
You go dancing nightly in the attic While the moon is rising in the sky. If you're too rough, we'll tell you, we're so scared the unions head will come off in your hands.
Million dollar baby, Billion dollar baby, Trillion dollar baby, Zillion dollar baby.
You made a fool of me, but them broken dreams have got to end....
Hey players you got the blues, cuz it’s you who stand the most to lose. Your false bargaining it leads nowhere, your posturing is Neither here nor there. There's a hole in my pocket where your hand comes in, You take my money and play to win, Ha ha players it's a crying shame, But you aint got nobody else to blame.
Last time around you got cut down So you hired Fehr for this showdown But a fool and his money soon go separate ways, And Svengali Fehr has you in a daze, Ha ha players what you gonna do, You are caught between the devil and the sweet deep blue, It's too bad that you're feeling pain, But you learnt nothing last time so there you are again.
de... eh... ja... vu
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Evil players how you done us wrong, And how sick we are of your same old song. Ha ha funny how you think you’re brave, you hired Fehr now you Dig your grave. I came running back ev’ry time before, But that just ain’t happening anymore, Ha ha very nice to know, that you’re headed for a world of woe.
Is this the season Is my league fantasy? Caught in a lockout No escape from the damned PA Open your eyes Look down to the ice and dream I'm just a dumb fan, I need my NHL Because I'm comatose, gonna blow Getting high, getting low Any way the league goes, they don't really care 'bout me, bout me.
Bettman, just killed the league Put a pen against his hand Called a big bluff, wish he's canned Mama, pre-season had not begun Buttman has gone and thrown it all away Mama, Ooo-ooo They meant to make me cry If they're not back on this time tomorrow Kill them all, Kill them all, cause hockey really matters
Too late, the season's done I'm saving all my dimes Having so much extra time Hello everybody - How have you been? Gonna hug you all on this year's Halloween Mama - ooo oooo (any what the league goes) I just want to watch I sometimes I wish the team weren't born at all
I see a little weaselo of a man And Don Fehr, and Don Fehr will two just talk please The Canucks and the Lightning - just turn on the light please Sidney Crosby, Sidney Crosby Sidney Crosby, Sidney Crosby Sidney Crosby, Alex-0 - go dig a ho-o-o-le
I'm just a dumb fan, I need my NHL He's just a dumb fan, he's got no NHL Spare him his wife from this monsterly league Channel 3, channel 4 - hand the remote, eh The Remote! Just let it go - let it go The Remote! Just let it go - let it go The Remote! Just let it go - let it go Will you let it go - let it go Never let it go o-o-o Oh the the remote, the remote, the remote, let it go Byfuglien ate a whole side of beef He's huge He's huge He's huge
So you take all my money and break all the ice So you take all my money and laugh to the bank Oh Buttman - can't to this again Buttman Just gotta agree, just gotta agree - get it done
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, Hockey really matters Any guy can see Hockey really matters Hockey really matters to me
Over 40 years of pain - I just want one day of glory.