THE WEAKERTHANS LYRICS

"Elegy For Gump Worsley"

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 in beverage rooms

Favorites from Plympton's list of objects thrown by Rangers fans:
Soup cans, a persimmon, eggs, a folding chair and a dead rabbit

The nervous breakdown of '68 and '69
after pant-crap flights from LA, 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."

Thanks to Andrea for these lyrics

Thanks to Ryan for correcting these lyrics

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