Twas the night before hockey, and all through Vancouver
Puck-crazed citizens lose sleep over their teams latest maneuver
Will our new guys contribute? Are our veterans savvy?
Who's going to score on line 3 now that we've lost Raffi?
Will the twins play as if they weren't unbelievably wealthy?
And will Kes please put some damn clothes on and get healthy?
Is Alexandre ready to, as he says, "stir the pot"
and will Manny give every face-off everything he's got?
Will Hodgson live up to his sky high potential
And can Lou go a season without crying like he's mental?
Can our defense get physical and match other's contact
And will our fourth line get nasty and have our stars back's?
Will us fans have to clean out liquor stores by the All-Star game
Because our team's like Don Cherry's jackets, a national shame?
Will that new old team in Winter-peg steal our bluster
By playing inspired while we seem lackluster?
And what of Ginger Jesus, our backup goalie
Will he be traded for a stud FA by GMMG?
Can the team make it deep into May, deeper still, into June
Will they win their sixteenth game in the playoffs, sending us to the moon?
All these questions, and many more, are what troubles my soul
It makes a Canucks fan genuinely want to see rival's heads roll
After a summer of what if's, why not's, how come's and what have you's
In just under 24 hours, hockey's season becomes brand new
No other sport really matters, World Series? Who gives a fuck
Tomorrow, a ref will check the goals, anthems will blare, and they'll drop the damn puck.
Here goes nothing, 2011 season. Let's have some fun. ONE MORE WIN!