Warren Zevon - Hit Somebody Lyrics
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderlineHe started playing hockey by the time he was nineHis dad took the hose and froze the back yardAnd Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket RichardHe grew up big and he grew up toughHe saw himself scoring for the Wings or CanucksBut he wasn't that good with a puckBuddy's real talent was beating people upHis heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it upThrough pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mitesHe must have racked up more than six hundred fightsA scout from the flames came down from SaskatoonSaid, "There's always room on our team for a goonSon, we've always got room for a goon"There were Swedes to the left of himRussians to the rightA Czech at the blue line looking for a fightBrains over brawn--that might work for youBut what's a Canadian farm boy to doWhat else can a farm boy from Canada to doBut what's a Canadian farm boy to doWhat else can a farm boy from Canada to doHit somebody! was what the crowd roaredWhen Buddy the goon came over the boards"Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals"The coach said, "Buddy, remember your roleThe fast guys get paid, they shoot, they scoreProtect them, Buddy, that's what you're here forProtection is what you're here forProtection--it's the stars that scoreProtection--kick somebody's assProtection--don't put the biscuit in the basket justHit some, Buddy! it rang in his earsBlood on the ice ran down through the yearsThe king of the goons with a box for a throneA thousand stitches and broken bonesHe never lost a fight on his icy patrolBut deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goalHe just wanted one damn goalThere were Swedes at the the blue lineFinns at the redA Russian with a stick heading straight for his headBrains over brawn--that might work for youBut what's a Canadian farm boy to doWhat else can a farm boy from Canada to doBut what's a Canadian farm boy to doWhat else can a farm boy from Canada to doIn his final season, on his final nightBuddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fightThirty seconds left, the puck took a rollAnd suddenly Buddy had a shot on goalThe goalie committed, Buddy picked his spotTwenty years of waiting went into that shotThe fans jumped up, the Finn jumped tooAnd cold*****ed Buddy on his follow throughThe big man crumbled but he felt all right'Cause the last thing he sawwas the flashing red lightHe saw that heavenly lightThere were Swedes to the left of himRussians to the rightA Czech at the blue line looking for a fightTake care of your teeth--that might work for youBut what's a Canadian farm boy to doWhat else can a farm boy from Canada to doBut what's a Canadian farm boy to doWhat else can a farm boy from Canada to do
