California Gold

The outlook wasn’t rosy for the Thunder on that day
The odds were five to one against with but the final left to play
With our two lines against their three
Oh t’would be a gruesome fray
They’d turn our legs to lead, they said that we’d be easy prey.

They came from Colorado with ‘some ringers’ in the fold
They had come to California intent on winning gold.

‘Let’s play the game,’ our captain snarled and sneered a wicked grin,
‘Our two lines are fast and strong
And plenty good to win,
Let’s see some Thunder pride,’ he said, ‘and show them they are wrong.’

‘Unleash the Thunder boys,’ he roared
As we took to the ice
It wasn’t long until we scored
And made them pay the price
But they fought back (they weren’t bad)
And when they tied it up
We knew we needed someone big
To lead the Thunder to the cup.

A man to score a mighty goal
To put them back in place, to slow them down
To set them back and put them in a hole

And sure enough a man appeared
Thunder pride upon his face
‘I’m your man,’ he coldly sneered
‘I’m ready for the task
Clear a little lane for me
And I’ll blast one past his mask.’

Behind their net, back to the point, everything in sync
There he unleashed a fearful blast
That rattled round the rink
Time stood still — we watched in awe
As right there in mid flight
It started doing wondrous things
That were stunning to the sight
It dipped it dodged it curved it verved
It ricocheted around
It weaved it wove it swerved it swove
It made a whirring sound

It was a thing of beauty, I watched it sailing by,
And watched it as it found the twine
In that corner way up high.
Above the goalie’s glove it flew
To the only place that had the space
to squeeze that rubber through.

A mighty goal — we’re up two-one
We’ve got ’em on the run
And now the boys relaxed and smiled
And started having fun
We shut them down, they whined, they swore
The Thunder win five — one.

And now we’re back from Santa Rosa
As CHAMPIONS once more.