Risin' up, over 6 feet
Did my time on the LA Kings
Went the distance, now I'm out on Broadway
Just a man and his hair to go snipe
So many times he lights up the lamp
He’ll knock you down then go score on you
He’ll snipe top shelf then wipe down his stick
As he stares down the goalie with freight
It's the eye of the Boyle, it's the gel in his hair
Risin' up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor will be hit with the stare
He’ll be hit in the face with the stare, of the Boyle....
It's late in November and I feel it is my civic duty to nominate this as HF post of the year. Without a doubt, sir, you win.