To the tune of a well-known Beatles song

Can't buy me Go-als

Can't buy me goals

Shot it from the top of the point

And we shot it from the crease,

Banged on so many pucks down low,

The goalie got sore knees

But we can't score for love or money,

Money can't buy me goals.

Kept the puck down low all night,

And lots of shots went true,

Rebounds were sent back in flight

Not a single one went through

We can't score for love or money,

Money can't buy me goals.

Can't buy me goals,

Can see it in the score

Can't buy me goals,

No, No, NO!

We got clear shots from the point,

and we fired it from the slot

Through a sweet little goalmouth pass,

But their goalie kept it out,

We can't score for love or money,

Money can't buy me goals!

Can't buy me goals,

Can see it in the score

Can't buy me goals,

No, No, NO!

We pounded it from the bottom of the crease

We set a wicked screen.

One-timers we blasted in

But the goalie still could see

We can't score for love or money,

Because we can't buy me goals.

Can't buy me go-oals

Can't buy me goals.