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Vadered
Future Flyer Cup-Winner
Most of you probably already know the song "Keys to the City." If you don't, you should give it a listen, it's good stuff:
However, as a Flyers fan, I've taken the liberty of rewriting a few of the lyrics to be more... factual. Yes, it's homerish, but so sue me, I'm allowed to love my team. No, I didn't actually make a version of the song with my lyrics, but that's because I am equally proficient with both drums and guitar. That is to say I can't play either one worth a damn. Nor do I want you to hear me sing for fear you might rip out your eardrums to make it stop, and then that other song thread would die, which would be terrible. So you get a text dump. Suck it up, and LET'S GO FLYERS!
Let's go Flyers!
Let's go Flyers!
Let's go Flyers!
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock.
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock (Oh yeah!)
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock.
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock (Oh yeah!)
When you're a Flyer, you have pride, too.
So we might not have been around as long as you.
Clarke, Parent, Primeau, Propp and Hextall.
Are just some reasons why we must win it all! (Oh yeah!)
I want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
I want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
I want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
I want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
You'll have to earn the keys to the city!
Philly won't simply lay down and die!
Don't think you've earned the keys to the city!
Or you'll just kiss that Cup goodbye!
Let's go Flyers!
Let's go Flyers!
Jersey fell to the orange and black.
Down three-none to Boston and we still took it back.
The Habs tried to beat us, and just got beat up.
Philadelphia, let's win us a Cup! (Oh yeah!)
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
We're gonna get the keys to the city.
Nothing much you can do, I fear.
Lord Stanley's coming home to PHILLY.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
There's always next year!
Let's go Flyers! (Pronga, Pronga, Pronga!)
Let's go Flyers! (Leighton, Leighton, Leighton!)
Let's go Flyers! (Pronga, Pronga, Pronga!)
Let's go Flyers! (Leighton, Leighton, Leighton!)
Oh what a team!
Oh what a team!
Let's go Flyers! (Pronga, Pronga, Pronga!)
Let's go Flyers! (Leighton, Leighton, Leighton!)
You'll have to earn the keys to the city!
Philly won't simply lay down and die!
Don't think you've earned the keys to the city!
Or you'll just kiss that Cup goodbye!
We're gonna get the keys to the city.
Nothing much you can do, I fear.
Lord Stanley's coming home to PHILLY.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
We're gonna get the keys to the city.
Nothing much you can do, I fear.
Lord Stanley's coming home to PHILLY.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
We're gonna get the keys to the city.
Nothing much you can do, I fear.
Lord Stanley's coming home to PHILLY.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
Always next year!
Let's go Flyers!
However, as a Flyers fan, I've taken the liberty of rewriting a few of the lyrics to be more... factual. Yes, it's homerish, but so sue me, I'm allowed to love my team. No, I didn't actually make a version of the song with my lyrics, but that's because I am equally proficient with both drums and guitar. That is to say I can't play either one worth a damn. Nor do I want you to hear me sing for fear you might rip out your eardrums to make it stop, and then that other song thread would die, which would be terrible. So you get a text dump. Suck it up, and LET'S GO FLYERS!
Let's go Flyers!
Let's go Flyers!
Let's go Flyers!
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock.
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock (Oh yeah!)
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock.
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock (Oh yeah!)
When you're a Flyer, you have pride, too.
So we might not have been around as long as you.
Clarke, Parent, Primeau, Propp and Hextall.
Are just some reasons why we must win it all! (Oh yeah!)
I want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
I want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
I want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
I want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
You'll have to earn the keys to the city!
Philly won't simply lay down and die!
Don't think you've earned the keys to the city!
Or you'll just kiss that Cup goodbye!
Let's go Flyers!
Let's go Flyers!
Jersey fell to the orange and black.
Down three-none to Boston and we still took it back.
The Habs tried to beat us, and just got beat up.
Philadelphia, let's win us a Cup! (Oh yeah!)
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
We want to rock, want to rock, want to rock! (Oh yeah!)
We're gonna get the keys to the city.
Nothing much you can do, I fear.
Lord Stanley's coming home to PHILLY.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
There's always next year!
Let's go Flyers! (Pronga, Pronga, Pronga!)
Let's go Flyers! (Leighton, Leighton, Leighton!)
Let's go Flyers! (Pronga, Pronga, Pronga!)
Let's go Flyers! (Leighton, Leighton, Leighton!)
Oh what a team!
Oh what a team!
Let's go Flyers! (Pronga, Pronga, Pronga!)
Let's go Flyers! (Leighton, Leighton, Leighton!)
You'll have to earn the keys to the city!
Philly won't simply lay down and die!
Don't think you've earned the keys to the city!
Or you'll just kiss that Cup goodbye!
We're gonna get the keys to the city.
Nothing much you can do, I fear.
Lord Stanley's coming home to PHILLY.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
We're gonna get the keys to the city.
Nothing much you can do, I fear.
Lord Stanley's coming home to PHILLY.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
We're gonna get the keys to the city.
Nothing much you can do, I fear.
Lord Stanley's coming home to PHILLY.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
Don't worry, Blackhawks, there's always next year.
Always next year!
Let's go Flyers!
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