Lyrics

In the land of ice where the Icers roam,
Lives a legend, the one, Coach Beaz Stone.
An Ass coach with a quirky flair,
Known for his habits, beyond compare.

With a whistle sharp and a heart of cheer,
He balances the game with poops and beer.
On the rink, he strategizes plays so bold,
Off the rink, it’s the toilet he holds.

"Defense wins games!" he loudly professes,
But his true love’s found in bathroom recesses.
A cold one in hand, his spirit ignites,
Coaching by day, bathroom breaks by nights.

The players all laugh, they know him well,
Stories of Beaz, they always tell.
From stinky stalls to victory's throne,
The legend grows of Coach Beaz Stone.

So here’s to the man who keeps it fun,
The Icers’ heart, their number one.
May poops be quick, and beers be cold,
Coach Beaz Stone, a treasure of gold!