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(Sung to the tune of Hotel California. Apologies to the Eagles)
On a flight home from Buffalo
An eighth win in the bank
Rank smells from the equipment bags
To remind them of how Game 6 stank
Up ahead on the schedule
They saw an upcoming flight
Their play had steadied
Having fought hard to win
They had to brace for the next fight
There it lay 'midst the hog farms
And a million cowbells
And they were thinking to themselves,
This could be heaven or this could be hell
Then Marty lit up the torCH and he showed them the way
Those Forum ghosts have still got their backs
And you can hear them say:
"You're goin' south to North Carolina
Aaron Ward lives here
He might buy you a beer
Playing Round 3 down in North Carolina
Such a whale of a place
Such a tragic (coach's) face"
Their game is Brind-Amour twisted
Their fans make lots of noise
They got a lot of pretty flashy players
But none to match Suzuki's points
They got a pretty good goalkeep
But his team don't go deep
Canes can win a couple rounds every year
But they can never win three
Recall the Habs' '06 captain
Who'd beaten back cancer like a giant
Then Williams took out Saku's eye
Never fully regained his sight
And still those Forum ghosts calling from far away
Wake these Canes up in the middle of the night
Cuz this is the CH's day
Goin' south now to North Carolina
Justin Williams beware
An eye for an eye I swear
Xhekaj is comin' for you down in North Carolina
Such a whale of a place
Such a tragic (coach's) face
A kid named Sebastien Aho
Took Bergy's offer sheet
He wanted to become a Hab
But the Canes owner, he was piqued
So he matched the Habs' offer
Said: "Kid, you're my property"
"You can sign Bergy's offer sheet
But you can never leave"
A kid named Kotkaniemi
Thought 6 mill sounded nice
And he found: "We are all just prisoners here
Upon our agents' advice"
And in Brind-Amour's chambers
They haven't played in two weeks
They shoot the puck from every corner of the ice
But they still can't win the East
