Lyrics:

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 weeds

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