Hit Somebody

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He was born in Big Beaver by the 
Bm
borderline
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He started playing hockey by the 
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time he was nine
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His dad took the hose and froze the
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 back yard
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And Little Buddy dreamed he was 
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Rocket Richard
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He grew up big and he grew up tough
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He saw himself scoring for the 
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Wings or Canucks
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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-wee's and juniors, 
midgets and mites
He must have racked up more than six
 hundred fights
A scout from the flames came down 
from Saskatoon
Said, "There's always room on our 
team for a goon
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Son, we've always got room for a 
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goon"



CHORUS
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There were Swedes to the left of him
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Russians to the right
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A Czech at the blue line looking
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 for a fight
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Brains over brawn-that might 
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work for you
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But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
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What else can a farm boy from 
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Canada do
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But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
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What else can a farm boy from 
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Canada do


Hit somebody! was what the crowd 
roared
When Buddy the goon came over the 
boards
"Coach," he'd say, "I wanna 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

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Protection is what you're here for
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Protection-it's the stars that score
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Protection-kick somebody's ass
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Protection-don't put the biscuit in 
the basket just


Hit some, Buddy! 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
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He just wanted one damn goal


CHORUS
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There were Swedes at the 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
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada
 do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
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What else can a farm boy from 
    Bm
Canada do


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In his final season, on his final 
night
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Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged 
for a fight
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Thirty seconds left, the puck 
     Bm
took a roll
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And suddenly Buddy had a shot on 
Bm
goal


The goalie committed, Buddy picked 
his spot
Twenty years of waiting went into 
that shot
The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped 
too
And coldcocked Buddy on his follow 
through
The big man crumbled but he felt all
 right
'Cause the last thing he saw
was the flashing red light
He saw that heavenly light


CHORUS
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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
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada
 do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada
 do
But what's a Canadian farm boy to do
What else can a farm boy from Canada
 do