When: Dusk, start soapin', eggin' and TP'n
Who: Les Panthères de la Floride
Trick: Try watCHing the game on RDS without hearing the words 'convaicu' et 'persuadé'
Treat: 1st place, overall, mini CHocolate bars for the entire team
Lump of coal: Mex, Jaro 2.0, PP
Walkom's smelly feet: GFY refs that allow goalie crashing goals
Due to my strong personal convictions,
I wish to stress that this parody in no
way endorses a belief in the occult but
at this time of year I do endorse Unicef!
OK FHFers, Dress up, Line up, Pants! up, Don't Fuck up!
(based on) Thrilla!
It's close to game night
Carey Vincent Price is lurkin' since his CHillin' remark
MuCH fewer red lights
We see a sight that almost stops our heart
We wanted to sCHream
When Trevor took the stage to pick number five
We started to freeze
When Jaro left to sing the Blues and jive
For a pair of Goat picked guys
'Cause this is ThrEller
ThrEller night
And no one's gonna save Vokoun
Lars is the beast about to strike
That first goal is gonna be killer
ThrEller night
You're fighting for icetime
A blonde Kirk Muller?
ThrEller tonight, yeah!
We hear our D slammed
And realize there's no one left to run
We feel the Goat's hand
And wonder if O'B'll ever see the sun
We close our eyes
And hope that this isn't just imagination
GGirl, but all the while
We hear our CHreature creepin' up behind
Its Vodkov time!
'Cause this is Thrilla
CHilla night
There ain't no second place
Count CHocula's team with forty eyes
(Thrilla)
(CHilla night)
Camera's zooming' on 4's gorgeous wife
Inside she's killer
Thriller FHFun tonight
HNIC creatures call
CBC's dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escaping their leaf love all the time
(Zoom in on Burke's fucking fat face)
When will it end your Habs hatin' life
BR's out to get you
There's woolly démons closing in on every side
Media will possess you
Why did you CHange that number to 11 on your dial
Now is the time
For you and Gio to cuddle close together, yeah
All through the night
MOEmaN'll save you from the terror on the screen
MOEmaN'll make you see
That this is Thrilla
CHilla night
'Cause Habs can thrill you more
Than any ghoulish gal would ever dare try
(Thrilla)
(CHilla night)
So let me hold you tight
And share a
killa, dilla, CHilla
Thrilla here tonight
'Cause this is Thrilla
CHilla night
Soperman, can thrill you more
Than any 50ish guy would ever dare try
(Thrilla)
(CHilla night)
So let me hold you tight
And share a
(PleXXXa, Thrilla)
Habs are gonna thrill you tonight! GYFH!
FHFRap
Darkness falls across the land
The game night hour is close at hand
CHreatures crawl in search of meth
Frozen in milk leads to an ice creamy death
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for going down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And be booed at the Centre Bell
I'm gonna Pants! you tonight
(WitCHes, BitCHes)
I'm gonna Pants! you tonight
(Zombies, bOObies)
I'm gonna Pants! you tonight
Ooh, babe, I'm gonna Pants! you tonight
Thrilla night, babe
FHFRap
The foulest stench is in the ACC air
The funk of forty three Cupless years
And grizzly trades from every tomb
Are closing in to kesseal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your soulless body starts to shiver
for no mere hockey mortal can resist
the beauty of the leaf killer, Go NYR.
Get your FHFreak On! and G Y F H!
