(piano intro)

He needs work on his smile, stitches over his eyes.
And he can ruin your face and knock you to the ice.
But when tough guy comes lookin', he's nowhere to see.
He hides like a child
and he's always been goonin' to me.

He can sucker a punch, he can sneak in then leave you.
You can knock out his tooth, but he'll never relieve you.
He's a cheap-shot defenseman who gets off scot-free.
Yeah, he whales like a thug
but he's always been goonin' to me.

Oh, he respects just himself.
It's the spotlight he wants.
Got a head full of slime.
Oh, and he might knock you out.
He gets sent to sin-bin.
But that don't change his mind.

And he'll hit you if you're from the U.S. or Sweden.
And he'll carelessly cut you, and laugh while you're bleedin'.
And he ain't scored a goal since nineteen ninety-three.
Blame it all on his coach
'cause he's always been goonin' to me.

(hums over instrumental break)

Oh, he respects just himself.
It's the spotlight he wants.
Got a head full of slime.
Oh, and he might knock you out.
He gets sent to sin-bin.
But that don't change his mind.

He's frequently coward and suddenly cruel.
If you fight back, he'll run, this guy's not THAT much fool.
And he won't be respected to any degree.
And so most hockey fans, say, "Knock him on his can!
'Cause he's always been goonin' to me!"

(hums over instrumental close)