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Fifty Ways to Miss the Fairway |
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"The answer is easy if you take it logic'lly. I'm here to help you if you're strugglin' to be free; There must be Fifty Ways to Miss the Fairway." She said, "It's really not my habit to intrude; I hope my meaning won't be lost or misconstrued. But if you listen to a woman tell you, dude, There must be Fifty Ways to Miss the Fairway." You hit it too fat, Pat; I call that a whiff, Cliff; Grip it so tight, Dwight, just listen to me. Cut out the fuss, Gus; Don't need to cuss so much! Look out for the tree, Lee, now get yourself free. She said it grieves me now to see you in such pain; I wish there was somethin' I could do to make you smile again." I said, "I appreciate that, and could you please explain About the fifty ways..." She said, "Why don't we just sleep on it tonight; I'm sure in the morning you'll begin to see the light." And then it hit me that she probably was right; There must be Fifty Ways to Miss the Fairway. You picked up your head, Ted; A little more juice, Bruce; Teed it too low, Joe, just listen to me. Cut out the fuss, Gus; Don't need to cuss so much! Look out for the tree, Lee, now get yourself free. Rick Ollman, with apologies to Paul Simon
Sandra's additions Throw out your back, Jack; You hit it too wide, Clyde; Choke up on the club, Bub—just listen to me. Cut out the fuss, Russ; Don't need to cuss so much! Look out for the tree, Lee—and go for the green! |