Hockey (Live)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jane Siberry & Rebecca Campbell] Winter time on the frozen river Sunday afternoon Oh (Oh) They're playing hockey on the frozen river Rosie Just ignore her, it's not time to go yet You skate as fast as you can 'til you hit the snowbank That's how you stop (That's why), thank you And you buy your sweater through the catalogue Sailing on Rosie You'll have that scar on your chin forever, you know Looks bad now, but someday your girlfriend will say, "Hey, what?" You might look out the window [Chorus: Jane Siberry] Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away, get away, get away, get away Get away, get away, get away, get away Brеak away, break away Break away Break away Brеak away [Verse 2: Jane Siberry & Rebecca Campbell] This stick was signed by Jean Belliveau So don't fuckin' tell me where to fuckin' go Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Sunday afternoon (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hey, your dog just stole the puck (Aw, not my dog) You get it, you get it, you get it (Your turn) You get it (Your turn) They rioted in the streets of Montreal, you know When they benched Rocket Richard And that is true bona fide Canadian history That's what really counts That's what we're all about [Chorus: Jane Siberry & Rebecca Campbell] Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away, get away, get away, get away Get away, get away, get away, get away Break away, break away, break away Break away Break away Break away Get away, get away, get away, get away Get away, get away, get away, get away Break away Break away Break away Break away Break away Break away (Break away) Break away (Break away) Break away (Break away) Break away (Break away) Break away (Break away) Break away (Break away) Break away (Break away) [Verse 3: Jane Siberry & Rebecca Campbell] You use your rubber boots for goalposts And you're so proud of that 'Cause they're your boots that they're usin' that Oh, walkin' home Ahh There's some people fishin' in those fishin' huts down the river Smoking big cigars and telling stories of long ago Rosie Just, just pretend you're not here It's not time to go, we're not done Rosie Rosie (Rosie) [Interlude] [Jane Siberry] Rebecca Campbell [Rebecca Campbell] I still haven't even got one goal yet [Jane Siberry] You know, it's how you play that counts [Rebecca Campbell] I'm not coming home now [Jane Siberry] Lisa, come on up [Lisa Lindo] Aw, man [Jane Siberry] Yeah, that's right, there'll be more Sunday afternoons Phillip Brown, come on home [Phillip Brown] Aw, do I have to? [Jane Siberry] Yes, not only do you have to, you have to right now! [Phillip Brown] Okay! [Jane Siberry] Okay, good Aw, what a sock What about you, Catherine Russell? Come on home [Catherine Russell] What are you making for dinner? [Jane Siberry] We're having cheese dreams! [Catherine Russell] Okay [Jane Siberry] And we're gonna have Those chocolate wafers with whipped cream that you put in between– [Gail Ann Dorsey] Oh, my favorite! [Jane Siberry] And take the knife and go like this along the top And you take those sparkly sugary things And then you eat it all up really fast And then you go into a coma about twenty minutes later I don't want to hear another peep from you kids (Peep!) I don't want to hear another peep from you kids (Peep!) I don't want to hear another peep from– Gail Ann Dorsey, come on home [Gail Ann Dorsey] I'm not ready to go home yet [Jane Siberry] Gail, whatever you say goes All right, dinner's off, everybody can stay [Verse 4: Jane Siberry] The sun is setting on the frozen river And the willow trees with their long fingers Hanging over the banks And somewhere far away in the distant memory Is a little boy sittin' on a log with bare feet Bruised knees Fishin' fishin' Dreamin' of one day, one day They're playin' hockey on the frozen river The wind is dying down Don't let those Sunday afternoons Don't let those Sunday afternoons Get away [Outro: Jane Siberry] Thank you very much, thank you