Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shitty Golfer, artist - Toby Keith.
Date of issue: 20.07.2017
Song language: English
Shitty Golfer |
I’m a shitty golfer, you can ask my wife |
I’ve been out there hacking 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 two 45 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 |
Yeah, I’m two 45 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 |
And 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 |