Lyrics
Ode to tiger woods
Cwrite2008 paul guy bovee
Last night, I dug my scorecards out, from my old pickup floor, I modified, my handicap, till it was 34, Ia€™m playing in the pro-am
And, ia€™ll be rock and rollin son, cause, me ,and tiger woods
Are gittin it on
Then, I went through my golf bag, and I found some things in there, Like these nitro cheater balls, but, I , dona€™t really care
Cause Ia€™m just gonna paint ema€™ white, and stencila€ Wilson a€œon
Ia€™ll be ready, when me and tiger get it on
Wea€™re gittin it on, wea€™re gittin it on,And, Ia€™m really gonna put it on him son
Ia€™m gonna show the big man, whoa€™s the boss, before ita€™s done
Yeh, me and and tiger woods, are gittin it on
So, I went through the closet, and , I found some things in there, Like this argyle sweater, that my grampa, used to wear
I stole my granniea€™s knickers, and my baseball spikes are on
Ia€™ll be lookin right, when, me and tiger, git it on
Then, I walked in the clubhouse, and I, saw him standing there, He looked just like my neighbors kid, until, I caught his stare
He burned a hole right through me, I think, I better hit the jon
Before me, and tiger woods, start gittin it on
We, walked up to the first tee, and I yelled my drivers right, But, he took out a pitching wedge, and knocked it out of sight
Then, he putted in from eighty feet, I think, my dream is gone, Yes, tiger, you the king, youa€™re number one!
Youa€™re number one,youa€™re number one, and two, and, three, and four, You golf playing son of a gun
Like arnie, jack, and Freddie, you sure can git it done, Yes, tiger, you are golfingsa€™ holy one /bum, bum, bumBum, bum, bum, youa€™re the one
