I hear that whistle blowin’ I got caught again I tripped her at the blueline when my stick clipped her shin I’m stuck in Hockey Prison and time keeps draggin’ on My teammates are shorthanded I’m sitting her all alone.

When I was just a baby my Coach was Uncle Rex He said always plays clean hockey Don’t throw no dirty checks. But flipped this Dude named Dino Who tried to cut inside When that Referee blew he whistle I hung my head and cried.

I see the folks all lined up with hot chocolate from The Shack, Folks are drinking coffee, kids are eating snacks Well I know I had it coming I got to pay my dues. But my my time is moving slowly, I got the Sin Bin Blues.

If they free me from the Sin Bin and that rubber puck was mine. I bet I’d bust a move, and slap it cross the line. Far from Hockey Prison, That’s where I’d like to stay. And I’ll let that Referee’s whistle blow all my Sin Bin Blues away.