Boat drinks
Boys in the band ordered boat drinks
Visitors scored on the home rink
Everything seems to be wrong
Lately newspapers mentioned cheap airfare
I gotta fly to St. Somewhere
I'm close to bodily harm
20 degrees and the hockey game's on
Nobody cares, they're way too far gone, screaming
Boat drinks, something to keep 'em all warm
This morning I shot six holes in my freezer
I think I've got cabin fever
Somebody sound the alarm
I'd like to go where the pace of life's slow
Could you beam me somewhere, Mr. Scott?
Any old place here on Earth or in space
You pick the century and I'll pick the spot
solo
I gotta go where there ain't any snow
Where there ain't any blow, 'cause my fin sinks so low
I gotta go where it's warm