I'm wailing away... set a little ball, on a birch white tee
cause I've got to shoot three..
three is more than nice, for a par you see
on back of my golf cart, my clubs for sure
I'll search for my golf ball
on every hole...
and I try,oh lord I try.......
to carry on

I look to the green, trees are on the right, and the bunkers, three
don't shank it, hit fat..
I think of all the tips, from the pros I've had
I'll count the score right after, so the story goes,
the foot wedge don't count it.. cause no one knows...
but I still got a bogey, on this damn hole
but I'll try best that I can.. to carry on


a gathering of duffers, bewteen the ears all dead,
they give me tips, they give me hope,and this is what I said, I said..

come wail away come wail away come wail away with me lads
come wail away come wail away come wail away with me lads

I thought that they were golfers but to my surprise,
I saw them taking divots, some a sod roll size....

come wail away come wail away come wail away with me lads
come wail away come wail away come wail away with me lads