Andrei, o Andrei
Since your departure our team is so slow
Record's slipping under five and zero, zero
They say it was a cut to the foot
As you slid in the net so eager
But we all know the cut is really much deeper
Without you our power play fails
and without you our PK Ails
Not even P.K. could right this sinking ship
As O'Byrne is gone due to his hip
Since your departure everything's gone bad
Laraque is in hot water due to his ad
Price let in seven in front of his dad
Oh how we miss the general of the habs
Old Gainey tried to pull a fast one
"Perhaps reversing andrei markov could win us one"
So he got Marc-Andree and tried to fool us all
Things are so dreary might as well aim for Taylor Hall
Godspeed Mr. General
Until then Montreal fans will stay cynical
O when, when will this curse be lifted?
This team, to lose, is just much, much too gifted.
The puck she don't bounce like she should.
Lady luck makes us feel not so good.
That *****, she took away our best player.
Then she lays on misfortune, layer upon layer.
First May, then Grabovski, then Stajan.
Them Leafs de Maple must be the tools of Satan.
Our little guys, dey play so plucky.
Please let us, for once, get lucky.
I know we don't anymore play in de Forum.
And we traded St. Patrick for his lack of decorum.
But we retired his number tirty tree.
It hangs from the Bell Centre for all to see.
We don't mean to disrespect our traditions.
But we just feel that our GM lacks certain ambitions.
He's content to build through the draft
And signing smurf free agents, Gionta? is he daft?
And so we boo every game, especially dat Gill
He skates like Bambi on Ice, except without so much skill
Ghosts of the past, please don't turn your faces
We need to move up in the standings, at least three places.
We have loved this team for too many years
The good, the bad, even Coach Martin's ears.
Don't crush our hopes, don't ruin our plans
Pour le coupe vinght-cinq et le Captain Pure Laine.
Me loves your CamelleriToe
Me loves the Spacek between your legs
You are so Gorges
Is that a fishy smell from Gill
Are you Moening Kositsyn?
I could Hamrlick you all night long
Gionta sleep with me tonite?
If not, i'll Gomez with another gal.