Now I love to play this game of golf.
No need to tell you a lie.
But I have an awful handicap.
And here's the reason why.
Golf, golf, golf, that's all
you do.
That's my little wife.
And you act like a little
boy when you lose.
Well, it's good exercise.
If make it like this, then all right.
All you want to do is putt, putt, putt.
Goff, goff, goff, that's all you do
When I went on my honeymoon
I thought I'd have some fun
Until my bride got real upset
Cause I brought my golf clubs along
She fussed and fumed and then she cried
And she said it's either goff or me
So I sent her home to mama
And met the fellas on the team
Goff, goff, goff, that's all you do
And you act like a little boy when you lose
Well, I'm a bad loser
But when your life is in a rut
All you wanna do is putt, putt, putt
Go, go, go, that's all you do
The last time we had a hurricane
It blew our home in two
My wife inquired as we left the house
What are we gonna do?
So I said, now, why do you ask?
You know it's plain to see
Rain or shine,
I play golf every Saturday.
My wife could have asked for anything
the first time I shot par.
Hundred dollar bills or diamond rings
or a great big Cadillac car.
But instead of taking advantage
of a perfect situation,
All she did was come back at me
with that same old conversation.
Golf, golf, golf, that's all you do.
Now shut up .
And you act like a little boy when you lose.
Drop dead. making life is in a rut.
All you want to do is putt, putt, putt.
Golf, golf, golf, that's all you do.
You play so much golf
you don't even remember our
wedding anniversary.
Oh, I certainly do. that's the day
I made an 18 -foot putt on three first
or was that a three -foot putt on 18
there could have been three
inches
I don't know