Six-Nil, Eh?

[Verse 1] They said "stick to the hockey, leave the pitch to the pros," then Canada strolled in and dropped six on the nose. First-ever World Cup win and they made it a show, half a dozen in the net with a polite little "oh." Underdog energy, maple leaf on the chest, no fear in the building, just a quiet little flex. [Hook] Six. Nil. Eh? Say it slow for the back row, the team you all slept on just ran up the whole scoreboard. "Soccer's not your sport"? Well the scoreboard begs to differ, six to nothing, ice-cold, every finish a cold shiver. Six-nil, eh, write it down, take a pic, Canada showed up to the party and brought the whole brick. [Verse 2] You laughed at the anthem, made jokes about the snow, then they buried half a dozen and they stole the whole show. Host with the most and they're only just startin', turned a "free three points" into a full-on departin'. So keep all your jokes about syrup and ice, the only thing colder tonight was the finish, precise. [Bridge] No trash talk back, just a tip of the hat, "good game, sorry 'bout the six," imagine taking that. The underdog barks and the whole group hears it now: the maple leaf is hungry and it's taking a bow. [Outro] Six. Nil. Eh. Welcome to the tournament, boys. The polite ones hit the hardest.