Thursday, December 20, 2012

'Tis the Season... Today's Lockout Carol


(Sung to "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen")

God cannot help you, NHL
There are no games to play.
We hoped you’d end this labor mess
Before Columbus Day.
But here we are, from Bettman’s power
Your fans have gone away.
No tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
No tidings of comfort and joy.
To Russia and to Sweden,
So many players fled,
But none of us can know just when
They’ll call this season dead.

The Union and the League, they fight;
Fans have a sense of dread.
No tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
No tidings of comfort and joy.