(Sung to the tune of The Hockey Song by Stompin' Tom Connors)
They're goin' nowhere, we're off the air, no hockey on tonight.
Tension grows, they've come to blows, no settlement in sight.
It all looks bleak, when Bettman speaks, it really is insane.
The fans all roar, we can't take no more, where's our good ol' Hockey Game?
(Chorus)
Oh! The good ol' Hockey Game, is going down the drain.
And it really is a shame, there's no good ol' Hockey Game.
Second round… of negotiations…
The lawyers clash, over terms and cash, as they go down to the wire.
The fingers wag as the meetings lag, while the CBA expires.
The reporters scrum, the statement comes, everyone's to blame.
Each side wants more, owners lock the door, to the good ol' Hockey Game.
(Chorus)
Oh! The good ol' Hockey Game, is going down the drain.
And it really is a shame, there's no good ol' Hockey Game.
Third Round. Last chance to save the season!
Oh take me where the game is fair, and the fans can cheer and shout.
Where they play all night, no lawyers in sight, they can never lock us out.
Fire Bettman's ass, and Fehr's alas, they're both completely lame.
Let's drop the puck, don't let them f**k with our good ol' Hockey Game
(Chorus x3)
Oh! The good ol' Hockey Game, is going down the drain.
And it really is a shame, there's no good ol' Hockey Game.
