The Woodies was the nickname given to the professional tennis doubles pairing of Australians Todd Woodbridge and Mark Woodforde, which was one of the most successful pairings in tennis history.
The Woodies combined Woodforde's left-handed baseline play with Woodbridge's swift volleying reflexes at the net. They were the ATP Doubles Team of the Year five times, and won 61 ATP doubles tournaments as a pair.
The Woodies won eleven Grand Slam doubles titles in their career—one French Open, two Australian Opens, two US Opens, and a record six Wimbledons.
Their other career highlights included winning a gold medal at the 1996 Atlanta Olympics, and a silver medal at the 2000 Sydney Olympics.
The Woodies often teamed together to play for Australia in the Davis Cup, and played for Australia in three Davis Cup finals. They helped give Australia its first Davis Cup victory in 13 years in 1999 with a win over France's Olivier Delaitre and Fabrice Santoro in Paris.
The pairing ended in 2000 after Mark Woodforde retired from international tennis. Woodbridge continued his doubles success with Swede Jonas Björkman until Björkman ended the partnership in 2004. Woodbridge then partnered with Mahesh Bhupathi of India before retiring in 2005.
Drinking like a teenager
Using up the kleenex
Staring at the CD rack asking myself which fuzzbox band would sound the best
I try on your lipstick
I try on your clothes
I wanna be you for a little while
And I'm freaked out enough to bloody my own nose
Oh sorrow, oh shame
Take me by the shoulders
Shake me to the brains
Oh sorrow, oh shame
I've locked myself in a room again
A glossy of you next to my face
Looking in the mirror
I see us frozen like cavemen discovered together in a thousand years
Every little town
Has its three-legged cat
I'm happy to live that way
Cause no one expects me to catch the rat
Oh sorrow, oh shame
Take me by the shoulders
Shake me to the brain
Oh sorrow, oh shame
I've locked myself in a room
I cross myself and do my best "Acid Queen"
A cross between a dime-store witch
And a whirling painted Martin Sheen
I try on your lipstick
I try on your hose
I wanna be you for a little while
I'm freaked out enough to bloody my own nose
Oh sorrow, oh shame
Take me by the shoulders
Shake me to the brain
Oh sorrow, oh shame
I've locked myself in a room again