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GUTTA PERCHA

A leisure sport a waste of space I see it in your
Face the facts it's too much land ruled underneath the
Handed down from this to that it's not for me you
See the lovely people walking 'long virescent
Hills to keep us in and clean and away from all our
Problems wait outside, so costume up and take a
Drive your little cart across the lovely meadows
Green is all you see avoid the beach and grab a (tee)
I like to chase something I hit, and I love this game (oh shit!)
I'll take on out my club, and hit that ball again
A code of dress somewhat like sport that's organized
(But this is just for fun!)
You too may succumb to the lure of this game, or you haven't yet
The methods don't end, the tips don't quit
You lie in the rough, you walk forever
Slice hook slice hook slice hook slice hook
Slice hook slice hook slice hook slice hook
I know each and ev'ry one by heart
Can you buy into this new level of fun?
Your shoes cut holes in the ground you walk on
Bunkers are the harbingers of doom to your par
Your handicap becomes a shadow of insecurity
Four thousand eight hundred acres...

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from The Embarrassment Sign​-​Up Sheet, released December 8, 2015

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