Everywhere I go
Everything I see
Doesn’t make sense at all
That’s just how it’s meant to be

I’m feeling melancholy
I’m feeling kinda blue
And it’s not just my sweater
It’s my stuffy brain too

The team’s still in the playoffs
But I think it’s time to play
Outside in the garden
When the sky is not so grey

But I have to go to practice
So we win the Stanley Cup
Say goodbye to sunshine
And my little doggy pup

Ho hum I’ve had enough
Of sticks and all those pucks
I want to be at the golf course
Throwing balls at the ducks

Maybe we’ll keep playing
Because the Lightning sucks
Maybe we’ll see Anaheim
And I’ll get my ducks.