Their eyes are cold and restless
Their wounds have almost healed
Anticipation has them breathless
And anxiety's what they feel
His love is on the ice rink
And they all feel the same
It's the feel of the ice benieth their skate
It's that damned old hockey game
CHORUS
Well, it's sticks and skates
It's penalty waits
It's the roar of a cold day's crowd
It's the white on the ice
The way the skates slice
The surface that they skate around
It's blood and pucks
And swift change of luck
It's shoulder pads and blades
Boardings, Blood stains
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing hockey game
Refs do their best to hold them
When tempers come to call
But their need for fights controls them
And someone's checked against the wall
And it's So long, team, I'll see you.
When they face the pentaly pain
You know that they want out of the box
And back in the hockey game
Well, it's sticks and skates
It's penalty waits
It's the roar of a cold day's crowd
It's the white on the ice
The way the skates slice
The surface that they skate around
It's blood and pucks
And swift change of luck
It's shoulder pads and blades
Boarings, Blood stains
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing hockey game
It'll drive a player crazy
It'll drive anyone insane
And they'll risk losing every tooth they have
Just to pay to play the game
And a some hockey scars and some broken bones
Will have to be beared pains
For playin the sport, there is a price
This dream they call hockey game
Well, it's sticks and skates
It's penalty waits
It's the roar of a cold day's crowd
It's the white on the ice
The way the skates slice
The surface that they skate around
It's blood and pucks
And swift change of luck
It's shoulder pads and blades
Boarings, Blood stains
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing hockey game
It's the blood and pucks
The skill and luck
And they call the thing hockey game
Their wounds have almost healed
Anticipation has them breathless
And anxiety's what they feel
His love is on the ice rink
And they all feel the same
It's the feel of the ice benieth their skate
It's that damned old hockey game
CHORUS
Well, it's sticks and skates
It's penalty waits
It's the roar of a cold day's crowd
It's the white on the ice
The way the skates slice
The surface that they skate around
It's blood and pucks
And swift change of luck
It's shoulder pads and blades
Boardings, Blood stains
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing hockey game
Refs do their best to hold them
When tempers come to call
But their need for fights controls them
And someone's checked against the wall
And it's So long, team, I'll see you.
When they face the pentaly pain
You know that they want out of the box
And back in the hockey game
Well, it's sticks and skates
It's penalty waits
It's the roar of a cold day's crowd
It's the white on the ice
The way the skates slice
The surface that they skate around
It's blood and pucks
And swift change of luck
It's shoulder pads and blades
Boarings, Blood stains
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing hockey game
It'll drive a player crazy
It'll drive anyone insane
And they'll risk losing every tooth they have
Just to pay to play the game
And a some hockey scars and some broken bones
Will have to be beared pains
For playin the sport, there is a price
This dream they call hockey game
Well, it's sticks and skates
It's penalty waits
It's the roar of a cold day's crowd
It's the white on the ice
The way the skates slice
The surface that they skate around
It's blood and pucks
And swift change of luck
It's shoulder pads and blades
Boarings, Blood stains
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing hockey game
It's the blood and pucks
The skill and luck
And they call the thing hockey game