Lyrics
[Intro] [Clay Dust Footstep Slide and Spanish Guitar Strum]
Slide, glide... ten yards of orange crushed brick on the court
The most artistic battlefield in the sport!
[Verse 1] [Spanish Nylon Guitar and Driving Pop Beat]
Court Philippe-Chatrier bathed in the Paris sun
Knowing that our clay court masterclass has begun
Crushed terracotta brick dust stained upon my socks
Defying all the heavy defensive locks
Sliding ten feet on the outer clay to reach the ball
Answering the glorious European call
Curling a heavy topspin forehand down the line
A clay court masterpiece of grand design
[Pre-Chorus] [Castanets and Snare Snap]
Clay dust flying like a cloud of orange smoke
Where the championship determination awoke
[Chorus] [Gritty Artistic Clay Court Drop]
Sliding ten feet on the red crushed brick dust of Roland Garros
Where every heavy sorrow becomes secondary and across
Over the orange courts of Paris town
Where the royal tennis legends are crowned
Slide bold, strike deep, let the red clay fly
Underneath the open Parisian sky
[Verse 2] [Guitar Chops and Bassline]
I tap my clay court shoes against my racket frame
Writing in orange our victorious name
The Paris crowd applauds our graceful slide
With pure passion and unyielding pride
[Bridge] [Soaring Vocal Harmony and Spanish Guitar Solo]
Let the red clay courts inspire the brave
For all the athletic dedication that our spirits gave
Clay, Paris, rackets and loving grace
Inside this sacred, open stadium space
[Chorus] [Gritty Artistic Clay Court Drop]
Sliding ten feet on the red crushed brick dust of Roland Garros
Where every heavy sorrow becomes secondary and across
Over the orange courts of Paris town
Where the royal tennis legends are crowned
Slide bold, strike deep, let the red clay fly
Underneath the open Parisian sky
[Outro] [Shoe Tapping on Racket Frame and Paris Cheers]
Red clay slide...
Roland Garros master!
[Fade Out]
[End]