He was everyman, he was you and me, h
e always dressed in black So you'd focus on his words, and not his stetson hat And what he said, we understood, because he was so clear That Canada is number one, and for that we'l
l always cheer From east to west, from coast to coast, we know you loved the game To us, you've won the Stanley Cup, you'll be in the hall of fame So Stompin' Tom or Bud the Spud by any other name You're rolling down t
...[+++]he highway smiling to the good old hockey game.
Il rêvait à la Soirée du hockey, ça, il ne la manquait pas. C'était M. Tout-le-Monde, vêtu de noir, son stetson sur la tête, Rien qui détournait l'attention, c'était ses mots qu'on écoutait Et ce qu'il disait, on le comprenait, car c'était bien évident: Non, il n'y a pas mieux que le Canada, ça, on le chantera encore longtemps.
