Eyed it right but the green was slow.
Hooking shots that's the way it goes.
Brand new pair of golf shoes squeak, setting in to swing.
I hit the ball with a sting.
Anybody could play that lie.
Swing like dung and I stick it high.
Then it hits a rock drastic on hole number nine.
It takes a crude wicked glance.
It was one lucky chance...

It's dancing on the green, tongue in cheek, lying seventeen,
On the green, bounced so sweet like a trampoline. (Oh yeah)
Threw my stance, blew the drive, trying so much not to slice, (ooooh)
See it twirl, botch that swing, diggin' this chancy scene.

Such a pleaser, it turns me on.
Shot went soaring it felt so wrong,
Hoping for another, any shot I screw;
No victim of circumstance.
It was that lucky glance...

It's dancing on the green, tongue in cheek, lying seventeen,
On the green, bounced so sweet like a trampoline.
Threw my stance, blew the drive, trying so much not to slice,
See it twirl, botch that swing, diggin' this chancy scene.

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