Epistle to the Hebrews
Andy Murray
Andy Murray, Andy Murray,
I wish I could be like Andy Murray:
hitting balls, life in a hurry,
winning points – Andy Murray.
Andy Murray, Andy Murray:
fans in the stands or watching the telly,
clapping every shot and volley.
I’m still wishing I was Andy Murray.
Andy Murray, Andy Murray
isn’t liked by people in Surrey
who wish he was more like Timothy Henman,
their well-bred son of middle England.
But Andy Murray, he doesn’t worry,
he’s having a celebratory curry,
giving his team a pat on the back
even one who’s next for the sack,
for to win Olympics, Championships, Opens
you’ve got to be ruthless, focussed and driven
but that doesn’t mean that Andy Murray
doesn’t need his friends and family.
Judy Murray, Judy Murray,
if you could come and be my mummy:
I would forgive your ridiculous prancing
on Saturday night’s Strictly Come Dancing.
If you could coach me, Judy Murray,
I would be more like Andy Murray:
defeating the past and the old class lies,
choosing a race and winning the prize;
but go and stand with Andy Murray
he’s under a desk in the teacher’s study,
listening to sirens crying and pain –
he’s seen some demons, your boy from Dunblane.
Andy Murry, Andy Murray,
Andy Murry, Andy Murray,
Andy Murry, Andy Murray,
Come on, Andy Murray!
2020.