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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

No Sleep 'till Playoffs - Rangers preview and open thread

With apologies to moeman and the Beastie Boys...

No sleep 'till...
Playoffs!

Foot on the pedal - sound of ice under metal
Habs are running hotter than a boiling kettle
Their job ain't a job - it's a damn good time
City to city, win streak is at five
On location - playing around two nations
Dominictrix never on vacation
Tonight in New York at time seven-thirty
DarCHe do what he do best - gettin' down and dirty
Ain't no faking - no money Pleks making
Going coast to coast watching Vodkov shaking
While you're at the job working nine to five
Bleu Blanc et Rouge at the Garden cold kickin' it live

No sleep 'till

Another plane, another train
Another four-point game
Another girl another night
Another blackface blight
Our Jaro is crazy, he belongs to us
He's pushed Big Fat Wale to the back of the bus
Season's winding down - tick tock tick tock
Seven more wins - playoffs are a lock
Habs should thrash Avery like it's going out of style
Gotta read Ranger Pundit cause it's worth your while
Four on the floor - Andrei's through the door
Little Tits he be back because he's scorin' some more
We got twelve games left to go, JM's got our back
Get seven more wins and playoffs will be whack

No sleep 'till
No. Sleep. 'till playoffs!
No. Sleep. 'till playoffs!

Ain't seen the sun since we started this band
Twenty-niiine, get on the mic my man
"Born and bred Habtown - CBC mine
They call me Allen M, but I'm Twenty-nine
Like a lemon to a lime - a lime to a lemon
I play with oven mitts and FHF women"
Scores near the arena, with stripper shows
Some naked pictures and classy hoes
Step off East - get out of Habs' way
Riding power of Pants to the month of May
Bs, Bolts, Thrash - put 'em all to sleep
And we'll be rocking playoff party eight days a week

No sleep 'till
No. Sleep. 'till playoffs!
No. Sleep. 'till playoffs!
No. Sleep. 'till playoffs! Playoffs!
No. Sleep. 'till playoffs!
(guitar solo)
No. Sleep. 'till playoffs! Playoffs! (repeat) ...

Yes, I know No Sleep 'till Brooklyn is on Licensed to Ill and not CHeck your Head. Don't Sabotage our playoff chances with your nitpicking. Let's do this thing.