When you see me tee up, you'd better step aside A lot of men didn't, a lotta men died I hook it to the left, I shank it to the right I'll be looking for my ball until the dark of the night
You play eighteen holes, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Andrew don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the country club pro
If I could keep it in the fairway, I'd be a happy man I'm usually in the water, the rough or the sand I pitch it to the green, thinking now I'm gonna score But everybody ducks when my caddie yells, "Four!"
Eighteen holes, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Andrew don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the country club pro
Ocean side, sunny side, Tucson in the rain Golf is my life, but it sure is a pain I leave my wife and my kids 'cause I hear the call Walking around a cursing at a little white ball
You play eighteen holes, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Andrew don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the country club pro
Well, you may not believe it, 'cause this is how things are I started out a bum, I ended up a star My caddie's in the shack, my partner's in the bar I shot eighteen holes in one under par
You play eighteen holes, what do you get Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Andrew don't you call me, 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the country club pro YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
