I'd take and turn your insults,
inside out,
so that everybody could see,
your dirty, nasty, ways.
I'd show you,
that this world is real too,
that your nasty words,
can be met with nasty deeds.
Oh, on the rink, on the rink!
You'd be mine -
with your first nasty slew foot,
that would signal my revenge divine.
I'd pound you in the corner,
you'd eat my glove in the slot,
you'd better watch you back,
'cause I'm still damn hot.
So sling your insults,
on this ethereal net,
I'd show you on the rink,
how ethereal it'd feel.
This world is real too,
and don't you forget it,
cause if I ever meet up with you,
you don't want to regret it.
Fair warning,
to the fair minded.
To him that splashes insults -
I'll find you on the rink!