I can still see you there In your grass-stained underwear Dancing crooked circles Across the golf course green It must have been 3 A.M. When we hopped that chain link fence And ran across the grass In the pouring rain Ah 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 the 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 can 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 that'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