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(With apologies to Paul Simon’s “Mrs Robinson" ) And here 's to you Ed-die Belfour Toronto no longer loves you don't you know (Wo, wo, wo) Now go home please Ed-die Belfour, There's no place left where you can play, (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) We'd trade you now if you did not have so many miles We'd like to get someone else in goal besides yourself Look around you all you see are less than sympathetic eyes Toronto's ice you can no longer call your home And here 's to you Ed-die Belfour Toronto no longer loves you don't you know (Wo, wo, wo) Now go home please Ed-die Belfour, There's no place left where you can play, (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Hide yourself in a hiding place where no one ever goes Your game is now softer than a cupcake It's no secret that Toronto's being a bit unfair But what can you do when your goalie is on a skid Coo, coo, ca-choo, Ed-die Belfour Toronto no longer loves you don't you know (Wo, wo, wo) Now go home please Ed-die Belfour, There's no place left for you to play, (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon Your back is hurtin’, there is no need for debate Laugh about it, shout about it You have a touch of Maple Leaf Blues And Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose Where have you gone, Terry Sawchuk Toronto turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo) What's that you say, Ed-die Belfour 1967 seems so far, so far away (Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey) Last edited by Gotham Dark Knight : 03-15-2006 at 12:52 PM. |
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