The Ballad of Wendel Clark

Part I by Martin Tielli
Part II by Dave Bidini and Dave Clark

Part I

Got a friend in B.C., know some winders kissing New York.
And I wanna buy a motorcycle and cut up to some farm.
Somewhere in this cow-shit county, where the hills are round and green.
(Round and green, round and green, where the hills are round and green.)

Late nights make me really tired, all this jamming gives me a headache,
Like listening to earthquakes all wired up for rock and roll.

Mama only listens to the radio.
Papa only watches hockey games.
This suburb rocks with the Eddie Van Wailers.
God save the Queen - she made you a moron!


Part II

Well I heard Wendel talking to Dave Hodge last night,
And he said that he was confident and keen.
And he said that Jacques Plante didn't die,
So all of us could glide.
He said that hard work is the ethic of the free.

Wendel was a man with a stick in his hands,
Who learned how to play in Kelvington, S-A-S-K.
You'll wish that you had died,
When Wendel has your hide,
'Cause he does it the Canadian way.

So now we sit around on the couch and watch TV,
And we see Wendel leading the team.
Well, if God made Clark on the seventh day,
He knew what he was doing if he did. (If he did!)

Wendel was a man with a stick in his hands,
Who learned how to play in Kelvington, S-A-S-K.
You'll wish that you had died,
When Wendel has your hide,
'Cause he does it the Canadian way.

Like this - Bam bam digga digga, damn!
Clear the trap, 'cause here comes Wendel
Bam bam digga digga, damn!
Clear the trap, 'cause here comes Wendel
Oh, bam bam digga digga, damn!
Clear the trap, 'cause here comes Wendel
Bam bam digga digga, damn!
Number seventeen, I mean it!

Wendel was a man with a stick in his hands,
Who learned how to play in Kelvington, S-A-S-K.
You'll wish that you had died,
When Wendel has your hide,
'Cause he does it the Canadian way.