In Murrayland: A new song by Zander 'Blind Boy' Flugga

Listen to the song on Soundcloud here

Nobody wants a baseball bat, everybody wants a racquet

Every politician has a flag inside his jacket

Playing football on a tennis court, there's now an official ban

In Murrayland

Nobody drinks any alcohol, they've given up for good

Everyone's eating Milky Bars and other healthy food

Fred Perry Polo shirts, imported from Taiwan

De rigeur in Murrayland

Everybody wants a mum who looks like Judy

Fierce and funny and for her age she's quite a cutie

Everybody wants an Andy Murray haircut 

Barbers everywhere are going bankrupt

Everybody's trying to make their service faster

Neds are shouting '40-love ya bastard'

They face off with sharpened Slazengers, and end up shaking hands

Here in Murrayland

No more Deep Fried Mars Bars, it's strawberries and cream

 Pimms instead of Buckfast in every housing scheme

You never get a battering, just a backhand

Here

In Murrayland

Here

In Murrayland

Copyright Zander 'Blind Boy' Flugga 2013

Andy Murray's mum gets an apologetic reply from a non-interventionist God

Sorry if you've already seen this, but I did promise to put it up on the blog...

A mother's prayer for Andy Murray (Non-interventionist God)

Will try and get a video of this being sung up on YouTube - it's part of the live show My Bad Gospel: The Backslider's Songbook Vol 1, due to debut at Belladrum 2011


Hallo Andy I heard from your mum

She’s most concerned about what you’ve not become

The people of Scotland, they’ve been calling too

I’m not sure there’s a lot I can do for you



I suppose I could send some sort of plague

On your opponents, but that seems pretty vague

I could turn Nadal into a pillar of salt

But everyone would guess it was all my fault



And I’m a non-interventionist God


I’m a non-interventionist God


People laugh, and say it’s odd


But I’m a non-interventionist God



The thing is Andy, what people don’t get

I can’t help you get the ball over the net

I’m trying to make it plain, believe me it’s true

When it comes to racquets, it’s all up to you



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Prayers are nice, praise is so rare these days

It’s always good to see you on your knees to pray

But my advice is to hone your skill

I’m saying God won’t, but maybe you will



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Frankly Andy, your hope is quite forlorn

My interventionist days are all but gone

I don’t feel at home on a tennis court

I much prefer golf.

I invented that sport.



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