I hope my skates are sharpened
I hope my laces aren't too worn out
I hope to find a puck in my pocket
To be able to take out my stick and tape my blade

Arriving from work, I take my gear from the garage
I put my bag in the truck, with a case of pucks
I pick up Thomas on the way, heading to the arena
We get two large coffees at the nearby Tim Hortons
We arrive at Gilles-Tremblay, a neighborhood arena
We take our bags out of the trunk, both feet in the slush
We go inside, straight to the locker room
My jersey is hanging, it smells strongly of sweat

I put on my shin guards, I attach my garters
I check that my cup is well placed in my jock strap
Standing in front of a shot and blocking a puck
It's pretty bad when you don't have a cup

I tape my wrists, I put on my jersey
I splash water on my face, I'm ready to put on my helmet
Pumped up before hitting the ice
Tonight's game is for first place

I hope my skates are sharpened
I hope my laces aren't too worn out
I hope to find a puck in my pocket
To be able to take out my stick and tape my blade

I hope my skates are sharpened
I hope my laces aren't too worn out
I hope to find a puck in my pocket
To be able to take out my stick and tape my blade

Hockey is a team sport, I put on my athletic support
It's freezing cold, I put on my long johns
Because I'm not twenty anymore, I do a few stretches
After putting on my pants, I take a quick trip to the Pro Shop

I fasten my suspenders, like Jean Ratelle would
I take out my old shoulder pads, tonight I'm playing right wing
We wait for the Zamboni, there are three and a half laps left
Instead of chewing tobacco, I chew Bazooka gum

I put on my shin guards, I attach my garters
I check that my cup is well placed in my jock strap
Standing in front of a shot and blocking a puck
It's pretty bad when you don't have a cup

I tape my wrists, I put on my jersey
I splash water on my face, I'm ready to put on my helmet
Pumped up before hitting the ice
Tonight's game is for first place

I hope my skates are sharpened
I hope my laces aren't too worn out
I hope to find a puck in my pocket
To be able to take out my stick and tape my blade

I hope my skates are sharpened
I hope my laces aren't too worn out
I hope to find a puck in my pocket
To be able to take out my stick and tape my blade

I hope my skates are sharpened
I hope my laces aren't too worn out
I hope to find a puck in my pocket
To be able to take out my stick and tape my blade

I hope my skates are sharpened
I hope my laces aren't too worn out
I hope to find a puck in my pocket
To be able to take out my stick and tape my blade

My blade guards, my rivets, my skates, my laces
My cup, my jersey, putting tape on my blade
Pad tape, my shin guards, my jock strap, my garters
My stick, my visor, putting tape on my blade
My pants, my torn socks, my suspenders, my tight helmet
My elbow pads, hockey gloves, putting tape on my blade
My long johns, my shoulder pads, my shampoo, my towel
A cold shower, cold beer, putting tape on my blade

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