Hit Somebody (The Hockey Song) Warren Zevon

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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
'Til 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"

[Chorus]
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?