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I'd like to strangle Vijay Singh
(As sung by Tiger Woods to his fiancée Elin on the morning after he lost the world number one ranking at the Deutsche Bank Championship)
Original music and lyrics by R. Cook/R. Greenway/B. Backer/B. Davis
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I'd like to build my swing again,
And hit my drives on line.
Hit lots of greens like in my teens
And make the rankings mine.
I'd like to strangle Vijay Singh,
Now he's got number one.
I'd hold his throat between my hands
And grip till he was gone.
I'd like to see a dead straight shot,
And land on that short grass,
And hear folk crying "you da man"
Instead of "what an ass".
That's the way I feel,
(That's the way I feel),
Let me kill him today,
(Let the whole world know I'm seething)
A sense of loss that drives me mad
And never goes away.
Put his neck in my hands,
Let's do it today.
Put his neck in my hands,
Help me find a way.
I'd like to see old Butch again
And have him mend my swing.
I know I'll get no sleep until
I've beaten Vijay Singh.
I'd like to strangle Vijay Singh,
Now he's got number one.
I'd hold his throat between my hands
And grip till he was gone.
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