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jane siberry - hockey (live) lyrics

[verse 1]
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)
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]
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]
this stick was signed by jean belliveau
so don’t f+ckin’ tell me where to f+ckin’ go
f+ck f+ck f+ck f+ck!
sunday afternoon (yeah)
hey, your dog just stole the puck
aw, not my dog
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]
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 break away
break away break away

[verse 3]
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 (ah)
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
[skit]
rebecca campbell.

[rebecca]
i still haven’t even got one goal yet.

[jane]
you know it’s how you play that counts.

[rebecca]
i’m not coming home now.

[jane]
lisa. come on up.

[lisa]
aw man.

[jane]
yeah that’s right, there’ll be more sunday afternoons.
phillip brown, come on home.

[phillip]
aw, do i have to?

[jane]
yes, not only do you have to, you have to right now!
[phillip]
okay!

[jane]
okay, good.
aw what a sock.
what about you, catherine russell? come on home.

[catherine]
what are you making for dinner?

[jane]
we’re having cheese dreams!

[catherine]
okay.

[jane]
and we’re gonna have those chocolate wafers with whipped cream that you put in between–

[gail ann]
oh, my favorite!

[jane]
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 real 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]
i’m not ready to go home yet.

[jane]
gail, whatever you say goes. all right, dinner’s off, everybody can stay.

[verse 4]
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 a 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]
thank you very much.

- jane siberry lyrics

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