The Golf Song (Golfer’s Lament) Songtext
von Bryn Terfel

Every month of the year
When it′s stormy or clear
There's a place you can always find me

Very calm and serene
Looking down at the green
While waiting my turn at the tee

I may never shoot par
For my shots don′t go far
Though I swing and I slug with great force

Still I play right along
Doing everything wrong
You will find me all over the course

Oh, the golf bug has bitten me good!
I'm in love with a putter, an ir'n and a wood
Such a waste of time is a crime and a shame
But golf is a cra-azy wonderful game.


I′ve spent hours with a pro
Feeling sure they he know
How to help me with good sound advise
But the lessons I took
To get rid of a hook
Just gave me a terrible slice

I can′t rotate my hip
I don't use the right grip
I suppose that I am pressing too hard

By the time that I add
All the strokes that I′ve had
I do secretly tear up my card

Oh, the golf bug has bitten me good...

I've decided to play
Eighteen holes every day
And perhaps now and then maybe more

For until I′m too old
Or so tir'd that I fold
I will try to improve at my score

If I paged at the cost
Of the balls I have lost
And equipment I bought at the shop
It will probably come
To the sizeable sum
But now it′s too late I can't stop


Refr: Oh, the golf-bug has bitten me good.

Fore!