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The season's upon us, it's that time of year
Those goddamned whalers fans begin to cheer
The lights in the rink go off and the wreaths are hung
As dumb vancouverites have songs to be sung
There's overtime now and the boats are gung-ho
Dieter knows that if he scores there's a snipe ready to go
The puck is now dropped and it's all going fine
If you think your team's crazy, well you should see mine
Our forwards are silky and they have too much fun
They deked out that whalers blueliner, and there are seemingly none
They then pass to me, and I think that that's it
But I slowly realize that I can't shoot for shit
I pass the puck like it's a football
It arrives at the stick of Chris McZharl
Who takes a nice shot and the puck hits the net
As those whalers fans are left lonely, distraught, and depressed

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