Before any sanctimonious twats start parading their shaven knowledge, it is not called 'Voodoo Chile' - never was. However, the only God to have walked this earth, in a 'guitar-playing' fashion, once created this masterpiece of blues confusion.
Discussing golf is usually a very short conversation with a Goth but, curiosity is an overpowering thing.
*Meanwhile, back at the bar*
Goth and Joliet Jake are arranging where they should meet for the forthcoming concert of ROCK.
JJ says that he is playing golf with his new toy during the day, but mentions 'Voodoo Golf'
Goth asks, what the fuck is that ???
JJ explains that 'Voodoo Golf' is a gift that he received whereby one can stick pins in your opponents effigy, destroying their 'swing' or something
Goth suggests a swift kick in the bollocks is quicker
JJ says that is not sporting but does join in with the improvised lyrics....
"Well, I stand right next to a bunker,
Fucked up as I went in the sand,
I picked up my little sand wedge,
And wrapped it round the bastards head,
cause I'm a voodoo child
Goth knows I'm an evil child baby"
Several alcohol laden drinks later, Goth asks who JJ is playing golf with.
After diet coke has stopped shooting out of his nose, Goth implores that JJ employs the "Voodoo Golf".
Well, it was a fucking Friday......
***Breaking news - Joliet Jake is changing his name to Punjabi Hendrix - if life is Purple, and Bacardi makes you hazy ***