Lyrics

Hockey with a puck, it didn’t bring me much luck
No, I had to get something new

That’s why I’ve got those baloney sandwich blues
Oh, they’re just working on my brain
And if I don’t get my baloney sandwich back
We can’t have no game.

Oh, mustard on my stick, it didn’t get me lots of kicks
And mayonnaise on my skates may not get me many dates

That’s why I’ve got those baloney sandwich blues
They’re just breaking up the ice
And if I don’t get my baloney sandwich back
It won’t be very nice!

Oh, no. No. No. No.

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