Hit and Giggle

Lyrics

Oh my Lord, what's this I see,
Standing on my golfing tee.
A foursome that is brightly clad,
in all the clothes that make a fad

[Chorus]
This hit and giggle group I fear,
Is ahead of me, I need a beer.
With shorts too short and matching tops,
Their teeing off, please make them stop.

I know it's wrong, these things I say.
While practicing my drives today.
But with their clothes and giggling sounds,
My drives will be headed out of bounds

[Bridge]
So mumbling, cursing I shall go,
And blame bad shots on them, you know.
With every swing I try to cope,
And ignore that foursome, I'm such a dope.

[Chorus]
This hit and giggle group I fear,
Will be ahead of me, I need a beer.
With shorts too short and matching tops,
Their teeing off, please make them stop.

(Outro)
Please hear me Lord, I know I'm bad.
Making fun of the group so lightly clad.
There are very few things that I love in life.
And one in that foursome is my beautiful wife.

Song Length: 1:49

Primary Genre: Jazz-General

Secondary Genre: -