Drove myself to Tims and waited for my double double
In the rearview mirror surprised at all that frosted stubble
We used to play road hockey you were Gretz I was Lemieux
Now my back is wonkey and we've both put on a few

Come on little brother why don't we grab our fishing poles
Come on little brother why don't we grab our fishing poles
Come on little brother let's say we grab our fishing poles
Come on little brother let's get down to our fishing hole

It's coming round coming round coming round the corner for you
Wake up every morning every morning there's a story to it
Coming round coming round coming round the corner for you
Every morning every morning every morning holds you to it

Stuck in rush hour traffic I'll be late for work again
Dawdlers dog the fast lane can't wait for the weekend
What say we get together we'll hoist ourselves a few
Play some tabletop you be Gretz cause I'm Lenieux

Come on little brother why don't we grab our fishing poles
Come on little brother why don't we grab our fishing poles
Come on little brother let's say we grab our fishing poles
Come on little brother let's get down to our fishing hole

It's coming round coming round coming round the corner for you
Wake up every morning every morning there's a story to it
Coming round coming round coming round the corner for you
Every morning every morning every morning holds you to it

We had all the cool hotwheels we raced our minibikes
Super slider snowskates and a simple kind of life
All those hockey cards we knew how to make a trade
We'd make a lot of money take it easy in the shade