Warren Zevon - Hit Somebody ( The Hockey Song) - David Letterman Show, 2002 (HD) video free download

Warren Zevon & his son Jordan Live on the Late Show with David Letterman 2002.

"Hit Somebody! (The Hockey Song)" is a song on Warren Zevon's 2001 album, My Ride's Here. It was written by Zevon and Mitch Albom. The repeated line of "hit somebody!" is said by long time friend of Zevon and television host David Letterman. It is one of Zevon's longest songs.

He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline

He started playing hockey by the time he was nine

His dad took the hose and froze the back yard

And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard

He grew up big and he grew up tough

He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks

But he wasn't that good with a puck

Buddy's real talent was beating people up

His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up

Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites

He must have racked up more than three hundred fights

A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon

Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon

Son, we've always got room for a goon"

There were Swedes to the left of him

Russians to the right

A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight

Brains over brawn--that might work for you

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?

What else can a farm boy from Canada do?

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?

What else can a farm boy from Canada do?

Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared

When Buddy the goon came over the boards

"Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals"

The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role,

The fast guys get paid, they shoot, and they score

Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for

Protection is what you're here for

Protection--it's the stars who score

Protection--go and kick somebody's ass

Protection--don't put the biscuit in the basket just

Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears

Blood on the ice ran down through the years

The king of the goons with a box for a throne

A thousand stitches and broken bones

He never lost a fight on his icy patrol

But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal

He just wanted one damn goal

There were Swedes at the blue line

Finns at the red

A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head

Brains over Brawn--that might work for you

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?

What else can a farm boy from Canada do?

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?

What else can a farm boy from Canada do?

In his final season, on his final night

Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight

Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll

And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal

The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot

Twenty years of waiting went into that shot

The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too

And cold-cocked Buddy on his followthrough

The big man crumbled but he felt all right

'Cause the last thing he saw

was the flashing red light

He saw that heavenly light

There were Swedes to the left of him

Russians to the right

A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight

Take care of your teeth--that might work for you

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?

What else can a farm boy from Canada do?

But what's a Canadian farm boy to do?

What else can a farm boy from Canada do?