text: Now the lounge is full of farmers for the 7:30 draw
  Teammates all left before they had to buy a round
  When they pull the 50/50 and Ive lost again, Ill go
  Maybe have one more brown one for the snowy road
  All the championship banners going yellow on the wall
  And my name when it gets closer to last call
  So Elvira brings my bottle, hold it up and let it bend
  Figures of two rinks battling in extra ends
  And Im peeling off the label as they peel a corner guard
  Dance down the sheet to the tune of Hurry, Hurry Hard
  And my popcorn squeaks a question, wonders why Im not at home
  Where you wait beside a silent telephone
  Doodle circles within circles all alone
  Have to stop myself from climbing on the table full of empties to yell:
  Why, why cant I draw right up to what I want to say?
  Why cant I ever stop when I want to stay?
  I slide right through the days, Im always throwing hack weight
  Right off, no never never ever ever
  Right off, no never never ever never
  Right off, no never never never ever
  Right off, no never ever never ever
  Right off, no never never ever ever
  Right off, no never never ever never
  Right off, no never never never ever
  Right off, no never ever never ever
  Now the senior bonspiel winners circa 1963
  Are all staring, glaring disapprovingly
  From their frame in that old photograph at me
  And I know youre out there waiting
  For an answer, I cant give you
  So tell me
  Why, why cant I draw right up to what I want to say?
  Why cant I ever stop when I want to stay?
  We roll right through our years
  We rip right through our months
  We slide through our days
  Im always throwing hack weight
  Right off, no never never ever ever
  Right off, no never never ever never
  Right off, no never ever never ever
  Right off