Oh, what a horrible morning

[Tune: Oh, what a beautiful morning – Richard Rodgers]

Oh, what a horrible morning,
Oh, what a terrible day;
I’ve got a worrying feeling,
Golf is a game I can’t play.

I keep hooking my drives in the cornfield
And my irons all end in the ha-ay;
My lay-ups and pitches keep finding the ditches,
And I sense that today ain’t my day.

Oh, what a horrible morning,
Oh, what a terrible day;
I’ve got a worrying feeling,
Golf is a game I can’t pla-ay.
Oh, what a worrying day.