Hockey (Live)

Winter time and the frozen river
Sunday afternoon
Theyre playing hockey on the frozen river
Rosie...!
You skate as fast as you can til you hit the snowbank
(thats how you stop)
And you buy your sweater through the catalogue
Sailing on
Rosie...!
Youll have that scar on your chin forever you know
Looks bad now, but someday your girlfriend will say 'Hey, what...?'
You might look out the window... Or not
Dont let those Sunday afternoons
Get away get away get away get away
Break away break away break away break away
This stick was signed by Jean Belliveau
so dont ****** tell me where to ****** go...
**** ** ** **** ****!
Sunday afternoon
Hey, your dog just stole the puck- ahh... not my dog
You get it - your turn
They rioted in the streets of Montreal when they benched Rocket Richard,
and that is true bona fide Canadian history, thats what really counts
Thats what were all about
Dont let those Sunday afternoons
Get away get away get away get away
Break away break away break away break away
You use your rubber boots for goal-posts
and youre so proud of that, cause theyre your boots that theyre usin
that...
Oh... walkin home
Theres some people fishin in those fishin huts down the river
Smoking big cigars and telling stories of long ago
Rosie...!
The sun is setting on the frozen river
And the willow trees with their long fingers
hanging over the banks
and somewhere far away in a distant memory is a little boy sittin on a log
with bare feet, bruised knees
fishin fishin
dreamin of one day... one day
Theyre playin hockey on the frozen river
The wind is dying down
Dont let those Sunday afternoons
Dont let those Sunday afternoons
Get away