Named "Best Music Video" in the Ultimate Canucks Search contest.
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I said a hip hop, the Henrik, the Henrik
To the Daniel, to the Daniel Sedin
When we move the puck, you're outta luck
We're the best you've ever seen
Now what'chu hear is not a test We're a rappin to the beat
It's just me my twin and my squad we gonna try to move your feet
Yeah, I am the captain Swede,
And I'd like to say "hello"
To the flames, Avs, wild and Oil
What's the view like from below?
Well, Bob Cole and Harry Neal
Like to call me Mats
So to help them jog their memory
We kicked Toronto's ass
Well I'm, the B I E the K S A,
The name no one can pronounce
Now listen up, to this rap
And let your body bounce.
Hey fans, its Bobby Lou
And you know I'll make that stop
No beach balls get by me you know
Not even in Photoshop
Well I'm back, from ninety-four
So you know that I am clutch
Yah I'm the cat, from Medicine Hat
And I've found my scoring touch
Who's the king of the shootout now?
Well It's me, I hope you know.
Cuz I don't sit, on the bench
Ever since we fired Crow
Some advice to broadcasters everywhere
If you really want to make it
When you get a chance to say brouhaha
Then you know you gotta take it.
I know every jersey to exist
EVERYBODY! I said it goes like this.
I was coming home late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard things
That Bulis wants a trade to the Red Wings
These juicy rumours I did adore
So I said Nyaheinahey like I never did before.
I said, by the way baby, what your name?
She said I go by the name of Hazel Mae.
A sportsnet judge that day was born,
Just like the moustache of Jim Van Horne.
Say Bulis! Say Bulis! Say Bulay Bulay Bulis.
And I'm here, and I'm there
And I'm Jan-y B and I'm everywhere.
So just throw your bras up in the air
And wave your towels like you just don't care