Sunday, December 05, 2004
What's the frequency, Tommy?
posted by John Davies at 1:25 PM
"What's the frequency, Tommy?" you're this season's dream, uh-huh
You were brain-dead, worn out, numb, like Gary Speed
I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream
Bog-eyed vision on the Sky TV screen
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You blew our expectations out of the air, uh-huh
I'd studied your free-kicks, fouls and stares in footy magazines
Moyesey said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"
You smile while giving rivals tooth for a tooth
You're 28 but moving with the freedom of youth
You wear a shirt of royal blue, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
"What's the frequency, Tommy?" you're this season's dream, uh-huh
Butterfly stitches, midfield general, hogging the scene
You smile while giving rivals tooth for a tooth
You're suddenly moving with the freedom of youth
You wear a shirt of royal blue, uh-huh
I never understood the frequency, uh-huh
You blew our expectations out of the air, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You're suddenly moving with the freedom of youth, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
You wear a shirt of royal blue, uh-huh
I couldn't understand
I never understood you're fine with me, uh-huh
(Inspired by the observation at yesterday's match that the phenomenal Thomas Gravesen looks - and plays - like Michael Stipe on steroids...)
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