Golfing Dan was a golfing man,
He'd golf from morn till night.
He had a mama, a loving mama.
He didn't treat her right.
He'd come home, all tired out,
And right to bed he'd go.
His mama soon got tired of this,
And these words she whispered low.
She says,
Golfing papa you're way over par,
You'll have to stop puttin on the green.
You've had your way on the fairway,
You know just what I mean.
Now, your stance is perfect,
Your aim is true,
But papa when you drive,
You fail to follow through.
Golfing papa you're way over par,
You'll have to stop puttin on the green.
Use your niblick,
You'll have to stop puttin on the green.
Now what you need is a golfin coach,
You're alright on your drive but bad on your approach.
What you want, your mama has got
But son you'd better practice your ??
(approach, explosion, short game) shot.
Now listen papa you must learn your stuff
Cause when you drive you slice, and go right in the rough.
From paying green fees you've got me broke,
Your shaft is bent and now you've lost your master stroke.
So pack your golf bags you've had your fun,
I found another man who made a hole in one.
Golfing papa you're way over par,
You'll have to stop puttin on the green.
Turn in your scorecard,
You'll have to stop puttin on the green.
compositores: Raymond
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