Masked Man
(To the tune of Robert Palmer's "Addicted to Love" -- original lyrics here)
They light the lamp, when you’re not home.
Your crease is all you own.
Behind the pads, behind the mask,
An open look is all you ask.
They’re on the rush! It’s two-on-one!
The home crowd, they think you’re done.
They carry in, below the dot.
They make the pass … and take the shot!
Whoa, some people feel like a goal is as good as it gets.
How can that compare to the thrill that you get in the nets?
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to Glove
Up in the stands, there is no doubt,
The other team will get shut out.
You start to pray for overtime.
Another save would be so fine! (Feel so fine.)
The crowd goes mad.
You freeze the puck beneath your pad.
The players on the other side,
They all know they’ve been denied!
Whoa, some people feel like a goal is as good as it gets.
How can that compare to the thrill that you get in the nets?
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to Glove
Gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to Glove.
(repeat)