I can still remember
For a dollar you could sit real high
I knew if we got our chance
We could make Lord Stanley dance
If maybe we could draft a big French guy
16 years we sat and shivered
One draft pick it was delivered
Good news on the doorstep, the Stanley Cup just one step
I can't remember if I cried when I read about the big French guy
Something touched me deep inside
The day Lemieux retired
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Bye Bye French-Canadian guy
Drive your beamer to the Igloo past the parking lot guy
And vendor boys will sell you their I.C. Light
But this will be the day the Pens die
This will be the day the Pens die
Do you hate a scoreless tie?
And do you have faith in Stan and Guy when they're on the radio
And do you believe in the breakout pass
Do his hat tricks knock you on your ass
And can you teach me how to skate real fast
Well we know his back is pretty sore
And he's not a young guy anymore
When he kicks off the skates he leave us second rate
We were knockin on the basement floor
When we drafted him in '84
How in the world can we endure
The day Lemieux retired
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Met Grant Fuhr of the St. Louis Blues
I asked him for some happy news
He said Mario has gone away
I know if I had my chance and I sounded like I came from France
Maybe they just might let me play
But coach saw me and he said: No, Never
My boss said: Your pay I'll sever
I sit and watch the playoffs
Knowing Flyers are all jag-offs
3 men I admire most:
Stan and Guy and Myron Cope
Skipped right by with my remote
The day Lemieux retired
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