Because I made the walking over in My last match I had some spare times so called one of My friends Bruce Springsteen. He was so excited and pleased to hear from Me that invited me for the sleep over. I said yes and arranged for staff to pack My RF overnight bag. Whilst there us two great GOATs penned a new and updated version of Thunder Road.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the GOAT presents: Thunder GOAT
My locker door slams, Mirky’s dress waves
Like a vision she texts in the player’s box as the GOAT plays
The commentators singing for the GOAT-ly
Hey, that’s me and I want me only
Don’t pass the line again, I just can’t face Nadal, Nole or Murray again
Don’t run back inside and do a cross court pass, you know just what I’m here for
So you’re scared and you’re thinking that maybe I ain’t that young anymore
Show a little faith, there’s magic in the GOAT
I am a beauty and, yes, I’m alright
Oh, and that’s alright with me
You can hide ‘neath your injuries and study your pain
Take time-outs, throw racquets but you’ll have to answer to Tommy Haas again
Waste your summer playing in vain
For a GOAT to rise from these streets
Well now, I am a hero, that’s understood
All the redemption I can offer, fans, is on any court not made of clay (apart from blue)
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey, what else can I do now?
Except get staff to roll down the window and let the wind blow back My hair
Well, the Mercedes is busting open, these two lanes will take Me anywhere
I got one last chance to make it to Rio
I don’t have to trade in these wings for My wheels
Climb in back, Fed Force One is waiting down on the track
Oh oh, come take my RF brand
We’re going out tomorrow to case the next tournament
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder GOAT
Oh, Thunder GOAT, oh, Thunder GOAT
Lying out there like a GOAT in the sun
Hey, I know the shot is wide, but I can make it if I run
Oh oh oh oh, Thunder GOAT
Sit tight, take hold, Thunder GOAT
Well, I got this racquet and I learned how to make it talk
And My plane’s out back if you’re ready to take that long walk
From your small house to my Palace Porch
The door’s not often open and the ride it most certainly isn’t free
And I know the commentators are desperate for the words I have spoken
And tonight they’ll mention my name, no matter who is playing, no matter who has been broken
There were ghosts in the eyes of all the players I sent away
They haunt these dusty courts in the skeleton frames of burned-out tennis players
They scream My name at night in the street
Pictures of My victory lie in rags at their feet
And in My sparkling garage before dawn
You hear My Mercedes engines rolling on
And when I get to My porch, staff bow
So Mirky, climb in
It’s a town full of Little Guys, I’m pulling out of here to win
Here is the original version:
R.I.P. the great Clarence Clemens and Danny Federici
pseudofedblog.com 
Memo:
To: GOAT Boss
From: AliQuack (trusted staff duck)
Subject: PF Merchandising
__________________________
Boss Goat,
Have you ever considered selling battery operated versions of the talking racquet (2nd last verse)? You could use the proceeds to buy yourself Nebraska.
AQ
xxx
Thank you Quack Staff,
Is there anything stylish and fashionable in Nebraska to consider buying it? Maybe I should buy the entire U.S.A., except I wasn’t born there. Will get staff to do the checkings.
PF xxx
Dear colleague Quack,
I actually looked up a website from some guy calling himself Roger Federer yesterday and looked at the shop part of it. You can buy hats and T-shirts for astronomical prizes, and one is allowed to send mail and apply for postcards with autographs (only when you pay for the stamp yourself btw). What a measly parody on this, our revered GOAT-boss’ website!
In the merchandise department it would be awesome to offer that talking racquet! I can see myself buying two and treating them as my twins, princess dresses and all.
Maybe proceeds would even be large enough to buy Idaho as well?
Kind regardings,
Heidi
You’re right, there is a parody of Me out there. When I was first told about it I sai, “Oh really, is it funny?” I would expect you to buy two, at least. Being staff and everything.
Must admit, this is brilliant…..BUT..I prefer the original!! Don’t give up the day job. Oops, correction – do give up the day job.
Hello Super Grandmother Teacher Maureen Stewart Jones,
You almost have as many names as Won Martin Del of The Potros. You’re not related are you? #conspiracy.
Good thing one can’t use the word ‘GOAT’ too many times in a song, huh.
Absogoatly!
OMG (O My GOAT),
do You Supergran’s would lend us her connections to try and arrange a trainings with Mr. Murray’s next time? Obviously training with Mr. Cilic’s didn’t have the intended effect, neither for You nor for him.
Since Supergran is now member off staff, I thought she might put in a good word for You. Or maybe You can ask Judmoo via the Tweetings. As Mr. Murrays is a good son, he will certainly obbey if she tells him to help You out.
I very much understand You and Your friend (is he or is he not, i am confused on that one) Stanislaus pulling out of the UO. There is that important matter of Saint Davids Cup next week in the Netherlands. A wise choice indeed.
Kind regardings,
Heidi