Tänään Mafian Roots-illassa kuulin, ja niin kuuli varmasti moni muukin, hienon pikku rallin. Kyseessä oli Warren Zevonin Hit somebody (The hockey song). Ikinä ennen en ollut tällaisesta Zevonista kuullutkaan. Viisikymppinen singer/songwriter -räknäilijä ilmeisesti.
Biisi oli mainio. Hauska, koskettava, harras, soljuva, mainio. Tarina goonista, joka halusi tehdä maalin.
Oli pakko tulla tuomaan esille tätä kivaa pikku kiekko-aiheista tsibaletta.
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline
He started playing hockey by the time he was nine
His dad took a hose and froze the backyard
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 wees and juniors and midgets and mights
He must've racked up more than three hundred fights
Now this scout from the Flames came down from Saskatoon
Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon"
"Son, we've always 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
What's a Canadian farm boy to do? (Hit somebody!)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do? (Hit somebody!)
"Hit somebody!" was what the crowd roared
When Buddy The Goon came over the boards
"Coach", he'd say, "I want to score goals"
The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role"
"The fast guys get paid, they shoot, 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 somebody, 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
What's a Canadian farm boy to do? (Hit somebody!)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do? (Hit somebody!)
In his final season, on his final night
Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight
Thirty seconds left and the puck took a roll
And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal
The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot
20 years of waiting went into that shot
The fans jumped up and the Finn did too
He cold-cocked Buddy on his follow through
The big man crumbled but he felt alright
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
What's a Canadian farm boy to do? (Hit somebody!)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do? (Hit somebody!)
What else can a farm boy from Canada do?