Karaoké Shitty Golfer Toby Keith

I'm a shitty golfer you can ask my wife

I've been out there hackin' every day of my life

I got the shorts and all the plaid sweaters

That new Taylormade driver didn't make me any better

Man I hit 'em fast and I hit 'em thin

I roll 'em in the bunker's man

I hit 'em again

Slice 'em in the bushes

Crank 'em in a creek

I popped that sucker up and hooked it out in the Street

Yeah I'm Two-Forty-Five right down the middle and I'll miss a green to the left just a little

Chili dip a wedge and put it all together

Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather

If you call that good and let me press on the side

You can put me down for a five

Hey I'm a shitty golfer

Most of us are

But we carry our clubs in the back of our cars

What else you gonna do when you're out of town and you need to waste a whole day and shoot another round

Man I played Augusta and I played Pebble Beach

And one time at Sawgrass

I shot eighty-three

If I live long enough to be eighty-eight

I think I'll celebrate it by shootin' my age

Yeah I'm Two-Forty-Five right down the middle and I'll miss a green to the left just a little

Chili dip a wedge and put it all together

Hit that son of a bitch right up there in the leather

And if you call that good

And let me press on the side

You can put me down for a five

Oh yeah

You can put me down for a five