Mocking Larry - Fore

Do you wanna know why six was afraid of seven
Because seven ate nine
The wind is in my face
There's sand between my knees
My golf game really sucks
My balls they like the trees
Oh I wonder if I'll ever get better
I should give up this game
How can I play professionally
When I play so damn lame
FORE
My long game is atrocious
My short game's just plain bad
I feel my only improvement
Is my putts and that's in my hand
Oh I wonder if I'll ever get better
I should give up this game
How can I play professionally
When I play so damn lame
Me and you, you and I, You and me, chemistry
Time has come to make this ball fly, Long live geometry
Use my chip wedge, hack the ball, Grab my three-wood, take a swing
Into those trees did you see my pink ball, Man I really did hit that damn thing
Now where the hell did it go
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Oh I wonder if I'll ever get better
I should give up this game
How can I play professionally
When I play so damn lame
Oh I wonder if I'll ever get better
I should give up this game
How can I play professionally
When I play so damn lame
FORE
Has anyone seen the beer cart
Has anyone seen the beer cart girl
I think I left my driver on the last hole
My god, I'm f***ing sick of golf
It's time to go to the club house
And throw down some tequila shots
And some hot wings
And some cheese sticks
And some pizza
And then more tequila shots
And then maybe we'll go to Nathan J's and see naked women dance, yeah
And then after that
We'll slowly end the song
Okay, I love you, bye bye
FORE

Written by:
Skip Erickson

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