Sorrow hangs like a pall on this moonlit night.
We emerge in a rage from the bar.
Our team has lost! We must set things aright!
So let’s go turn over that car.
We’ll show those upstarts from Boston who’s boss!
To greatness our team must aspire!
We represent them! We shall avenge their loss!
So let’s go light shit on fire.
Our honor is stained; there’s no time to ask why.
Hockey is no mere sport; it’s a WAR.
We are on the frontlines! It is now do or die!
So let’s go ransack that store.
Imagine the chaos if your team had WON.
There were other ways to have your say.
Not much left to do, for the damage is done.
So let’s just call it a day.