| | Elegy For Gump Worsley Lyrics Artist(Band):The Weakerthans
Not a goalie, player, athlete period Smoke, half-ash, stuck in that permanent smirk. Tugging jersey around the beer gut "I'm strictly a whiskey man" Was one of the sticks he taped up and gave to a nation of pudgy boys Favorites from Plympton's list of objects thrown by Rangers fans: Soup cans, persimmon, eggs, a folding chair and a dead rabbit The nervous breakdown of 68 and 69 after Pan Crap flights from LA, the expansion A 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." If you find some error in Elegy For Gump Worsley Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Elegy For Gump Worsley The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "The Weakerthans" Music | |
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