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Weakerthans
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Elegy From Gump Worsley
The Weakerthans He looked more like our fathers Not a goalie, player, athlete period Smoke, half-ash Stuck in that permanent smirk
Tugging jersey around the beer gut 'I'm strictly a whiskey man' Was one of the sticks he taped up And gave to a nation of pudgy boys [Incomprehensible]
Favorites from Plympton's list Of objects thrown by Rangers fans Soup cans, persimmon, eggs Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com A folding chair and a dead rabbit
The nervous breakdown of '68-'69 After Pan Crap flights from L.A., the expansion A shrink told me to change occupations I had to forget it
He swore he was never afraid of the puck We believe him If anyone asks, the inscription should read 'My face was my mask'
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