While you’re lucky to keep it on the grass
I’ll be down the fucking fairway I’ll outdrive your ass
I’m sweet off the tee and I never slice
Unless intentionally on a dogleg right
Not often when but when I’m in the bad stuff
220 yards just don’t seem like much
I pull out the mother-fucking 5-wood
And I roll it on the green like you wish you good
On The Green ...
Where’s the honey with the mother-fucking drink cart
Here’s a little something, keep it coming sweetheart
A few warnings for whoever I’m playing
No one’s got a better mother fucking short game
Close to the hole, you better go hit it
Don’t play your cheating as burgouise etiqutte
Corner of my eye, you improve your lie
You better rev your cart or prepare to die
On The Green ...
Sometimes the sun’s out my boys are getting char-broiled
Fuckers on the course make a good walk spoiled
Slow on the tees, slow on the greens
Shlepping all over in-between
Practice swings all day, man it’s ready-play
I’ll take my 3-iron and blow your shit away
So you lag with your pathetic score
Getting hoarse while you’re screaming ’Fore’
Those mother-fucking par fives I like to see
It’s not a birdie but an eagle opportunity
Tell those fucking greens, they can’t fuck with me
Those sidehill putts don’t mean shit to me
You can freak about chipping if you need to
But rest assured I’ll get it up and down in two
Take the pin out I don’t give a fuck
I won’t pass the whole cause I can lag putt
On The Green ...
You think you can hang well take a hack
You think you’re the shit cause you quote Caddyshack
You’re the fucking one with a handicap
Check out your swing, it’s a bushwhack
You hit it thin, head in the sandtrap
I’ll be tapping in even if I hit it fat
Your duffing ass couldn’t carry my golf bag
I win the skins and I only take cash
On The Green ’
