ฟังเพลงThe Ballard Of Happy Friday And Tiger Woods

The Ballard Of Happy Friday And Tiger Woods - Penelope Houston

Out past Wardenshill, past Guy's Run Armory

where you can shoot guns all the live long day

there's a spot where Tiger Woods and his love Happy Friday

would hide from the orderlies sneaking away

They would roll on the grass in the bosom of ecstasy

trample the green, they would swallow the tees

They showed no discretion nor thought for their families

freed by a passion, they did as they pleased.

His body was perfect

His body was perfect

the strong and the terrible, young Tiger Woods

And Happy was happiest with eyes clamped shut

to keep out the coldness of voices with pills

to keep out the sight of heads stapled tight

and smiles that said, We know you can do it

to pry her eyes open with blinding sunlight

to steal her away from her sentient lover

Whose body was perfect

Whose body was perfect

the strong and the terrible, young Tiger Woods

If Happy don't move, we would shout then and shake her

If Happy won't eat, we would turn up her tube

We begged and we pleaded, we teased and cajoled her

But Happy had no plans to ever be moved

from the place deep inside where she met with her future

She spent all her time in the arms of her lover

Whose body was perfect

Whose body was perfect

the strong and the terrible young Tiger Woods

Whose body was perfect

Whose body was perfect

the strong and the terrible, young Tiger Woods

I was fine. I was happy. she thought once or twice

My husband, my grandkids, yes, all that was nice,

before they had taken my arms and legs from me

stolen so quickly and now they all beg me

to walk and to lift things; a fork to my mouth.

But my mouth's full of Tiger, a passion for Tiger

Whose body was perfect

Whose body was perfect

the strong and the terrible, young Tiger Woods.

Whose body was perfect

Whose body was perfect

the strong and the terrible, young Tiger Woods.

Out past Wardenshill, past Guy's Run Armory

where you can shoot guns all the live long day

there's a spot where Tiger Woods and his love Happy Friday

would hide from the orderlies sneaking away

They would roll on the grass in the bosom of ecstasy

trample the green, they would swallow the tees

They showed no discretion nor thought for their families

freed by a passion, they did as they pleased.

His body was perfect

His body was perfect

the strong and the terrible, young Tiger Woods

His body was perfect

His body was perfect

the strong and the terrible, young Tiger Woods

His body was perfect

His body was perfect

His body was perfect

His body was perfect

His body was perfect

His body was perfect