I love this song about the kid from Big Beaver, Saskatchewan, who became a hockey goon, but just wanted to score one goal.
Here is the second verse of the song showing our hero, Buddy, and how he got to be a goon.
"Buddy's real talent was beating people up
His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up
Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites
He must have racked up more than three hundred fights
A scout from the Flames came down from Saskatoon
Said, 'There's always room on our team for a goon
Son, we've always got room for a goon.'"
