Elegy From Gump Worsley Lyrics - The Weakerthans

He looked more like our fathers 

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 [Incomprehensible] 

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-'69 

After Pan Crap flights from L.A., the expansion 

A shrink told me to change occupations 

I had to forget it