(instrumental center)

Well, I'm a-drivin' down the 'Pike
to see the team that I like
they got seven guys who score them goals.
Four with shots a-slappin'
two that hit some gappin'
one that blasts it through five-hole.

Zach Parise.
Zach Parise.
Devils' Number 9 leaves goalies feelin' queasy.
Lights the lamp, you know he can.
Winnin' games, he understands.
He finds a place in hearts of fans.
That's Zach Parise!

Well, I'm a-standin', feelin' merry
at Market and Mulberry
and such a fine sight to see.
It's a girl I'd tap
in a Devils cap
but her heart belongs to Zach, not me.

Her potential
is providential
as we walk into arena named Prudential.
We won't lose, no, we will win.
And in the next game, we'll do that again.
But then she won't let me come in.
She loves Parise!

(instrumental break)

Well, I'm a-ride New Jersey Transit
after seeing Zach's goal win it.
Got the Stanley Cup on my mind.
Zach, he's quite the rover
no defenseman can cover.
The net, somehow, he'll find.

Zach Parise.
Zach Parise.
Devils' Number 9 leaves goalies feelin' queasy.

That potential
is providential
as you walk into arena
named Prudential!

(instrumental close)

Oh, we got Parise!

Yeah, we got Zach Parise!