作词 : Sparks, Sparks

  I can still see you there in your grass-stained underwear
  Dancing crooked circles around the golf course green
  It must have been three AM when we hopped that chain link fence
  And ran across the grass in the pouring rain
  
  Oh, and you kept falling down
  And rolling on the ground
  Like a drunken little bird
  Flapping its broken wings
  
  Flapping your broken wings
  Flapping your broken wings
  Flapping your broken wings
  In the green, green grass
  
  As with pilgrims with axes, never seen the devil dancing
  In the silent branches of thousand year old trees
  As they sailed up the wild coast, leaning from their wooden boat
  Shooting every pretty bird that rose up from the ****s
  
  When the sun began to rise I could see it in your eyes
  And shining on the golf balls lying in the grass
  And a rusted chain link fence, a golf cart in a ditch
  And the colored flags you pulled from all the holes
  
  Like jewels on your green dress
  My lady of the golf course
  Running in your underwear
  To greet the cops who'd driven up
  
  Flapping your broken wings
  Flapping your broken wings
  Flapping your broken wings
  In the green, green grass
  
  Flapping your broken wings
  Flapping your broken wings
  Flapping your broken wings
  In the green, green grass