Friday, December 4, 2009

A Tiger by the balls

When they played the song "Tiger Woods" on the Loft I assumed it was something whipped together quickly to capitalize on Tiger's current plight. But no, it's off Dan Bern's album Fifty Eggs from 1998. That's way, way back there, back when Tiger had only seven careeer wins, one major championship and no public relations nightmares.

Here's a mention of the song and album from a review on about.com, followed by the lyrics for your reading enjoyment:

In 1998, for his third CD, Dan Bern teamed up with fellow Folk troubadour and guest producer Ani Difranco. The result was something truly spectacular, and certainly not intended for the weak-humored. Dan kicks off the CD with “Tiger Woods,” an ode on the golf prodigy and a tribute to Dan's anatomy. If you can’t handle the opening song on this CD, chances are Dan Bern is not your man. You may be better suited picking up a John Gorka CD.

Tiger Woods

I got big balls
Big ole balls
Big as grapefruits
Big as pumpkins
Yes sir, yes sir
And on my really good days
They swell to the size of small dogs
My balls are as big as small dogs

Well, it ain't braggin' if it's true
Yes sir, yes sir
It ain't braggin' if it's true
Mohammed Ali said that
Back when he was a young man
Back when he was Casius Clay
Before he fought too many fights
And left his brain inside the ring

Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods
Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods
Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods
Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods

I got a friend whose goal in life
Was to one day go down on Madonna
That's all he wanted
That was all
To one day go down on Madonna
And when my friend was thirty-four
He got his wish in Rome one night
He got to go down on Madonna
In Rome one night in some hotel
And ever since he's been depressed
'Cause life is shit from here on in
And all our friends just shake their heads
And say, "Too soon, too soon, too soon,
He went down on Madonna too soon
Too young, too young, too soon, too soon"

And it ain't braggin' if it's true
Yes sir, yes sir
It ain't braggin' if it's true
Mohammed Ali said that
Back when he was Casius Clay
Before he fought too many fights
And left his brain inside the ring

Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods
Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods
Sometimes I wish I was Tiger Woods
Tiger Woods, Tiger Woods

If certain girls don't look at you
It means that they like you a lot
If other girls don't look at you
It just means they're ignoring you
How can you know, how can you know?
Which is which, who's doing what?
I guess that you can ask 'em
Which one are you baby?
Do you like me or are you ignoring me?
Do you like me or are you ignoring me?
Do you like me or are you ignoring me?
And all you need to do that
Is one good pair of big balls
Balls as big as grapefruits
Balls as big as pumpkins
Balls as big as mine

But even though my balls are big
Sometimes i wish they were bigger
Even bigger
Big as the wheels on tractors
Big as the golden arches
Big as the Golden Gate Bridge
Big as the state of Kansas
Big as Mars and Jupiter
Big as the swing in Tiger Woods
Tiger Woods
Tiger Woods

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  2. Screw all the Tiger Woods PR crap. "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?" the Shirelles ask. You damn well know you will. But enough celebrity talk...(pause)...OK, just one more.
    I have to mention a celeb and his Cristmas CD that are currently flying under the radar. It's Bob Dylan's, "Christmas In The Heart." It must be me but I haven't read anything anywhere about this release. Of course, I gave up Time, Newsweek and the NY Times for Lent long ago and never went back so I could have missed something there. The local paper won't review anyting without a Packers tie-in.
    The point is this is a great CD, for anyone with an ounce of nostalgia, and it seems like it's being ignored. Dylan covers all the you-love-them Christmas classics and throws in a Buffett and Raffi to boot. You know the songs but you've never heard them with that raspy Dylan-esque voice. My first listen was in the van coming back from the CD store and I bemoaned the bad investment all the way.
    At first it was an assault on the ears - like that first lumpy beer in the morning that assaults all your senses. And then it grows and grows and grows on you. Now, having taken root, anyone removing the CD from the van does so at her own risk. This wasn't a bad investment! This was great seasonal music by one of the greatest. No frills, just Dylan out front with a couple of back up voices used sparingly (akin to Cohen's latest London concert CD).
    Call it a Miracle on Servais Street. I love this CD. You will too. Go out and treat yourself early and let Tiger's problems peter out.
    And God Bless Us, Everyone!

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