Golf, slip the starter of fin.
Golf, so that we can begin.
Golf, hey let's play golf.
Golf is wonderful, who could scoff at getting up
at the crack of dawn on my day off.
And later on when evening falls,
I admire the sunset as I wash my balls.
Yes, my short game works well for me.
The only problem is it's off the tee.
By the time I reach the 18th green,
I've been in places the Indians haven't seen.
Golf, I'm yelling for golf, but eight is my score.
Golf, hey let's play golf.
When it comes to golf, I never script.
When else can a middle-aged man dress like a pimp?
And golf must be the only sport where
I can spend the whole day with hookers.
And my wife doesn't care.
The other day I played with my friend Fred.
And on the seventh hole, Fred dropped dead.
The memory of that still makes me sad.
It was the worst day I ever had.
Hit the ball, drag Fred.
Hit the ball, drag Fred.
Golf, hey let's play golf.
Golf, but I'm not complaining.
Golf, even if it's raining.
Golf, hey let's play golf.
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