Byfuglien got run over by a Crankshaft,
Trying to cross the blue line, Christmas Eve.
You can say he's not the greatest skater
Just try to tell him he's slow as you bleed.
Dustin was skating with his head down
as he tried to leave the zone.
He wasn't looking for that big Swede
with an unquenched thirst for blood and iron bones.
When they found him Christmas morning,
at the scene of the attack,
he couldn't remember what his name was,
but at 15:32 it all went black.
Byfuglien got run over by a Crankshaft,
Trying to cross the blue line, Christmas Eve.
You can say he's not the greatest skater
Just try to tell him he's slow as you bleed.
Now we're all so proud of Byfuglien
He's been playing so well now
But that's because of the concussion
He thinks it's 1952 and he's Gordie Howe
Dan Boyle's play is flashy
And Vlasic's a master with the stick
But don't fear them when you're skating
Just look out for that wall of Swedish brick
Byfuglien got run over by a Crankshaft,
Trying to cross the blue line, Christmas Eve.
You can say he's not the greatest skater
Just try to tell him he's slow as you bleed.
Now Byfuglien is with Atlanta
And he's trying to move past
But he always has the same dream
Nightmares of a Swedish tank named Douglas
He's warned all his Thrasher teammates
"The Eastern Conference is a joke!"
But I guess they'll learn their lesson
When it becomes their collarbone that Murray broke
Byfuglien got run over by a Crankshaft,
Trying to cross the blue line, Christmas Eve.
You can say he's not the greatest skater
Just try to tell him he's slow as you bleed.


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