At stake was the trophy, the prize, the Cup
The Bruins were favored, hey Boston, what up!
Game 7, that’s all you need to say
For the Blues fan base it was like Christmas Day
From worst to first is the story line
For long time fans it feels so sublime
Do I look nervous? said J. Binnington
No, but like Kurt Warner, you’re a favorite son
The rookie was a wonderwall
The puck stopped here in this free-for-all
He weathered the storm, save after save
Didn’t blink once in that early heat wave
The Blues scored one, then two, then three
4 to nothing? Are you kidding me?
In January it didn’t look pretty
Trade ‘em, fire ‘em said much of the city
Then came Berube who knew what to do
He had a great plan, much more than a clue
The Blues band of brothers refused to quit
They showed heart and character, a truckload of grit
Ryan O’Reilly, playoff MVP
A trade that paid off, certainly one of the keys
To a Game 7 beatdown, a Blue note blitz
No terrible calls or borderline hits
It took 52 years, half a century and change
A downtown parade we will gladly arrange
We’ve had championship parades in the past
But The Cup on Market Street? It will be a blast
The experts said Boston, but they’re runner-up
St. Louis is kissing Lord Stanley’s Cup