Standard (EADGBE)

Now the lounge is full of farmers

for the 7:30 draw

The teammates all left before they had to buy a round

When they pull the 50/50, and I've lost again I'll go

Maybe have one more brown one for the snowy road

All the championship banners going yellow on the wall

And my name when it gets closer to last call

So Elvira brings my bottle

Hold it up and let it bend

Figures of two rinks battling an extra end

And i'm peeling off the label

As they peel a corner guard

Dance down the sheet to the tune of "Hurry, Hurry Hard"

And my popcorn squeaks with the question

Wonders why I'm not at home

Where you wait beside a silent telephone

Doodle circles within circles all alone

Have to stop myself from climbing

On the table full of empties to yell:

"Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?"

"Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?"

I slide right through the day

Always throwing hack weight

Right off, no never never ever ever

Right off, no never never ever never

Right off, no never never never ever

Right off, no never ever never ever

Now the senior bonspiel winners

Circa 1963

Are all staring, glaring dis-approvingly

From their frame in that old photograph at me

And I know you're out their waiting

For an answer I can't give you

so tell me,

"Why, why can't I draw right up to what I want to say?"

"Why can't I ever stop where I want to stay?"

We roll right through our years

We rip right through our months

We slide through our days

And always throwing hack weight

Right off, no never never ever ever

Right off, no never never ever never

Right off, no never ever never ever

Right off