Can you shave the ice Zamboni?
I remember long ago a hockey game you once performed
“Will you take all night, Zamboni?”
They were yelling round the rink and stomping pretty hard
I could see the frantic fans
And sounds of bronx cheers were echoing afar

Irate they were, Zamboni
Every second every minute shouting obscenities
Were you afraid Zamboni?
The crowd threw this and that while your blades spun furiously
And it’s not a stretch to say
They would have thrown their seats if they had been more musclely.

Things were flying in the air that night
Small things took flight, Zamboni
They were aiming things inaccurately
Yes angrily, Zamboni
Who would have thought of how’d you respond
To their drunken threats
If you had to take a different route
You would, no doubt, Zamboni

Now the fans they ran, Zamboni
The stairs no obstacle to you, the gyration of your blades
Did you hear the screams Zamboni?
A ton or two of metal bearing down, no one could possibly evade
I see blood in your eyes
And on the ice a pattern documents your crusade

Things were flying in the air that night
Then you took flight, Zamboni
Convicted for the world to see
Yes, publicly, Zamboni
They never thought how you’d respond
To their drunken threats
If you had to take a different route
You would, no doubt, Zamboni