Hockey Man

Let’s interrupt the Graphic Comments tour through the alphabet for a little musical interlude.

With apologies to Elton John, here is Hockey Man:

We checked the list to my delight
Need some power, find a gem
And I’m gonna be high as Jim Kyte on them
Assess the girth in pounds and what’s their height
Take punches in the face
On ‘nother pointless night

At the rink it’ll never be the wrong wrong time
To shut down spreadsheets, leave charts behind
It’s not how well I think but who I’ve known
Oh no no no I’m a hockey man
Hockey man working all my friends over the phone

At the rink it’ll never be the wrong wrong time
To shut down spreadsheets, leave graphs behind
It’s not how well I think but who I’ve known
Oh no no no I’m a hockey man
Hockey man working all my friends over the phone

Don’t need no database to appraise the kids
The fact’s I’m old as hell
And there’s no room there to reason with my id
And all this science I don’t understand
I trust my gut all days a week
A hockey man, a hockey man

At the rink it’ll never be the wrong wrong time
To shut down spreadsheets, leave charts behind
It’s not how well I think but who I’ve known
Oh no no no I’m a hockey man
Hockey man working all my friends over the phone

At the rink it’ll never be the wrong wrong time
To shut down spreadsheets, leave graphs behind
It’s not how well I think but who I’ve known
Oh no no no I’m a hockey man
Hockey man working all my friends over the phone

And I think I’m gonna leave those charts behind
And I think I’m gonna leave those graphs behind
And I think I’m gonna leave spreadsheets behind
And I think it’s gonna be Doug Armstrong time
And I think it’s gonna be John Shannon time
And I think it’s gonna be Steve Simmons time
And I think it’s gonna be a long wrong time

 

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Draft Lottery, with apologies to David Bowie.

Rock Bottom, with apologies to the B-52s.

Bohemian Rhapsody in Blue, with apologies to Queen.