Lyrics

We went to Moon before noon up before the dawn
Early morning special golf and brekkie going on
But we need one more than our three to catch a deal
So Olsen called up Lidsky said better fuckin wheel
Meet us on the course and if you get here soon there'll only be three gone


We had our four by four weren't hitting worth a shit
Rosy caught the double rough but didn't throw a fit
Made our way to seventeen where everything was calm
Olsen cried out that's the one Rosy dropped the bomb
It hit and bounced and bounced and rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled
He fucking cupped it


Then we partied and we partied some more
Partied, partied, partied, partied, then we partied more
It didn't matter what happened the rest of the day
That par threeagle it took Rosy's golfing blues away
Took his blues away, took his golfing blues away
That par threeagle it took Rosy's golfing blues away


We headed on not for long just around the bend
Past where Mitch undid the strap this glory's not pretend
With a beer in hand he says just came to get my ball
But the rest of us would have to putt we couldn't stand so tall
Only cause he hit and bounced and bounced and rolled and rolled
And fucking cupped it


Then we partied and we partied some more
Partied, partied, partied, partied, then we partied more
It didn't matter what happened the rest of the day
That par threeagle it took Rosy's golfing blues away
Took his blues away, took his golfing blues away
Par threeagle it took Rosy's
Par threeagle it took Rosy's golfing blues away