Lyrics

Big thanks to John Fitzpatrick on helping me iron out the lyrics (he's a lot funnier than I am ;-)).

The Ballad of Barry the Trotz

From a town known as Dauphin, Mannitoba
Lived a boy with a bent stick in his hand
And his hockey life sublime
Made him a legend in his time
Since then he’s always in demand

Started changing cultures first time with the Pirates
Taught ‘em how to clear the crease and shoot the shots
And his age and his wit
Won them the AHL championship
And the word spread of Barry the Trotz

Well, he kinda traveled heavy
And he knew he couldn’t play
Tho he knew he could coach ‘em up, win the game
And his suits all came from Wal-Mart
And he hardly needs a comb
Still the Nashville gen’ral manager called his name

Well, it took a long five years to reach the playoffs
Where they lost it right away to the Red Wings
They’d win a lot more games
But it would always end the same with
The Predators out, wearing no rings

So that warm summer day in Twenty Fourteen
Leonsis made the call from one of his yachts
And the media would slurp
About the greatness of the twerp
We all know as Barry the Trotz!

Well, you know the same old story
Of this great franchise of old
They blew a two game lead and it’s a shame
And the fans all got emotional
Coach ain’t yet transformational
And we all know who Tony’s going to blame

From a town known as Lynbrook, Long Island
Comes a boy who loves to take a big dig at
This “Trotzy” fella now
And you can bet we’ll hear just how
Tony said that he had that