Jane Siberry Hockey lyrics

Winter time and the frozen river, Sunday afternoon
They're playing hockey on the river
Rosie, he'll have that scar on his chin forever
Someday his girlfriend will say, "Hey, where?"

he might look out the window or not you skate
As fast as you can 'til you hit the snowbank, that's how you stop
And you got your sweater from the catalog
You use your rubber boots for goal posts, ah, walkin' home

Don't let those Sunday afternoons get away
Get away, get away, get away, break away, break away

This stick was signed by Jean Belliveau
So don't fucking tell me where to fucking go


Oh Sunday afternoon, someone's dog just took the puck
He's buried it, it's in the snowbank, your turn
They rioted in the streets of Montreal
When they benched Rocket Richard, it's true

Don't let those Sunday afternoons get away
Get away, get away, get away, break away
Break away break away break away

The sun is fading on the frozen river
The wind is dying down
Someone else just got called for dinner
Rosie hmm, Sunday afternoon