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I'm a shitty golfer, you can ask my wife I've been out there hackin' every day of my life I got the shorts and all the plaid sweaters And new taylormade driver didn't make me any better Man, I hit 'em fast and I hit 'em thin I roll 'em in the bunker's man, I hit 'em again Slice 'em in the bushes, crank 'em in a creek I popped that sucker up and hooked it out in the street Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middle And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather If you call that good, and let me press on the side You can put me down for a fight Hey, I'm a shitty golfer, most of us are But we carry our clubs in the back of our cars What else you gonna do when you're out of town And you need to waste a whole day and shoot another round Man, I played Augusta, and I played Pebble Beach And one time at Sawgrass I shot 83 If I live long enough to be 88 I think I'll celebrate it by shooting my age Songtexte Yeah, I'm 245 right down the middle And I'll miss the green, to the left just a little Chili dip a wedge, and put it all together Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather If you call that good, and let me press on the side You can put me down for a fight, oh yeah You can put me down for a fight Aus Songtexte Mania