Weakerthans - Elegy For Gump Worsley lyrics

rate me

He looked more like our fathers,

not a goalie, player, athlete period.

Smoke, half ash, stuck in that permanent smirk,

tugging jersey around the beergut,

"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.

Favourites from Plimpton'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-'69

after pant-crap flights from L.A., the expansion,

"The 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."