Hockey Mom Tribute Video (MV)

When I was young, I do recall,|We would go to school, in the early fall,|But on the days, when there was no school,|I'd learned to play, by a different rule.||Get out of that bed, you sleepy head,|my hokey mom would say,|Grab your skates, and don't be late,|there's a hockey game today!|And poor old dad, was feeling bad,|because he could not come,|He had to go to work,|And so I took my orders from,|My Hockey Mom.|My Hockey Mom,|She was my chum,|My Hockey Mom.||Well then we drove, to the rink in town,|and I'd hit the ice, by falling down,|and then I'd score, for the other team,|You could hear my mom, Stand up and scream!||Get off of that ice, I told you twice,|to skate the other way,|Every year she'd bent my ear,|Until I learned play.|And then my stick, got pretty quick,|and the puck to me would come,|Each time i scored, I knew for sure,|where the loudest cheer was from,|My Hockey Mom,|My Hockey Mom,|My day will come,|My Hockey Mom.||And then one day, a stranger came,|From far away, and he took my name,|Very soon, for the N.H.L.,|I came to play, and mom came to yell.||Get on that puck, and stir things up,|and show some winning pride!|And every time, she'd say that line,|I'd bang that puck inside!|And here's my dad, all mister Glad,|he knew this night would come,|We're all lined up, for the Stanley Cup,|And the tears are rolling from,|My Hockey Mom,|My Hockey Mom,|Ain't she the plum?|My Hockey Mom.|My Hockey Mom,|Forever Young,|My Hokey Mom.|