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We don't like the refs all scummy
mclame thinks uncrossin' his legs is funny
leafnet looks down their nose at money
mlse gets it on like the Easter Bunny
They’se Bettman’s baby, they’re his honey
Ain’t never gonna let him go
nacho ain't got laid in a month of Saturdays
He got caught once, now sniffin' SFUndies
He ain't too sharp yet he got things done
Drinks his murcin’ beer like it's oxygen
He's a leaf baby
And fucking sfu his honey
Never gonna let him go
Habs break
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Honey, we're the big silver prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our FHFaces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes
mclame’s stupid hnit jokes are corny
Coach Crotch fightin’ movies make him horny
ron’s ketchup on friedman’s scrambled eggs
Swears like a sailor when it runs down his legs
ron takes a lickin'
bieksucks keeps on tickin'
Hahahrudey never gonna let him go
Habs break
MSL’s got more balls than a big brass monkey
No wacked out weirdo, just a lovebug hockey junkie
MSLy as a fox and crazy as a MSLoon
Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon
He's my coach I don't mean maybe
Never gonna let him HuGo
In spite of ourselves
We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow
Against all odds
Moey, we're the big silver prize
We're gonna spite our noses
Right off of our FHFaces
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes
There won't be nothin' but big old hearts
Dancin' in our eyes
