Trade the felt for sheets of ice. A casino-cool curling-club night out — whisky in hand, slider on, a wicked draw waiting at the other end of the sheet.
Lyrics
Like ice and fire, and cold and heat
Of a gentleman′s sport that's hard to beat
The lounge is hushed, but for the clink of ice
As stories of the rink entice
We trade our suits for something warm
Tonight we′re breaking from the norm
We trade the felt for sheets of ice, the stakes are just as high
A sip of courage, throw the stone, you can hear the roaring sky
The ice is gleaming, the air is crisp, a whisky glass in hand
Another night at the curling club, the greatest in the land
Got my slider on, my broom at the ready, a glint in my eye
Tonight we're aiming for the button, gonna watch our rivals cry
This ain't no shuffleboard, this ain′t no bowling game
This is curling, baby, a test of strategy and aim
We send that rock down the pebbled sheet, a whisper and a roar
One perfect guard, a wicked draw, we leave ′em wanting more
In the hack ready to excite, line up the shot
That broom's a little tight
Slide out smooth, sweep the rock just right
Go for broke, perfect roll, what a night!
Tactics whispered, in the frosty air
Play it cool, with style to spare
It′s not just a game, but a dance on ice
With every throw, we toss the dice
The house is full, we need the pin
A little tap back for the win
It's on the line, here comes the guard!
The button′s ours if we HURRY! HARD!
Tonight we take our shots! with rocks on ice
