He was just a rookie winger and he surely shook with fright,

He checked off his equipment and held his stick so tight;

He had to sit and listen to that awful Sacco roar,

"You ain't gonna skate no more!"

(CHORUS)

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

we ain't gonna win no more!

"Is everybody happy?" cried coach Sacco looking up,

Our Avs meekly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up;

He jumped onto the icy floor, but his achy groin gave way,

And he ain't gonna skate no more.

(CHORUS)

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

we ain't gonna win no more!

We counted long, We counted loud, each day till his return,

Though the Sherman Tank was mum, AD was clearly sure,

Not 1, nor 2 but 3 pulmonary emboli,

And he ain't gonna skate no more.

(CHORUS)

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

we ain't gonna win no more!

He hasnt been the same since Rob Blake had cracked his dome,

A slapshot from the point shall pulverize our skinny bones;

Our season was over before we even had a chance.

And he ain't gonna skate no more.

(CHORUS)

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

we ain't gonna win no more!

The days we watched and loved and laughed kept running through our mind,

We thought about our Foppa's past, and the spleen he left behind;

We thought about the doctors, and wondered what they'd find,

And he ain't gonna skate no more.

(CHORUS)

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

we ain't gonna win no more!

The trades were clearly over, and the tank was running wild,

The Blues jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled,

For it had been a week or more and Stewie caught on fire,

And we ain't gonna score no more.

(CHORUS)

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

we ain't gonna win no more!

Hall's skate came up and cut him and his blood went spurting high,

His teammates were all heard to say "A hell of a way to dive!"

It took 100 stitches but you can't keep O'Byrne down,

And we ain't gonna score no more.

(CHORUS)

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

we ain't gonna win no more!

(slowly, solemnly; about half the speed of the other verses)

The carnage of this year, rang inside the empty Can

The fans were cussing on here and they were cussing in the stands,

I guess the only thing to do is start this epic tank,

And we ain't gonna win no more

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

Glory, glory, what a hell of a way to slide,

             we ain't gonna win no more!

* Thank you for placing my last post on the front page and your compliments! Sorry for all of these songs lol I'm just extremely inspired by the Avs right now hahahahaha.