Ev’ry time I tee my ball
[Tune: Ev’ry time I say goodbye – Cole Porter]
Ev’ry time I tee my ball I sigh a little.
Ev’ry time I tee my ball I wonder why a little.
Golfing gods above me, you must know how I play,
If you were thinking of me, you would keep me away.
In my head I dream of scoring pars and birdies,
I’m the up-and-coming golfing star, the word is.
Here’s the prize, just grab it
But how strange the change from tiger to rabbit,
Ev’ry time I tee my ball.
Ev’ry single time I tee my ball.