Golf Song: Hacker-hacker-ville

A golf song parody of "Margaritaville"

Using the trap rake
Watching the sun bake
All of my divots covered with soil
I hitch on my backswing
I hack on my downswing
Feel the temp it's beginning to boil

Wasting away again in Hacker-hacker-ville
Looking for my lost Titleist ball
Some people claim that my clubs are to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault

I don't know the reason
I sliced it all season
I got a big driver shiny and new
And it's a real beauty
A Taylor Made cutie
How to use it I haven't a clue

Wasting away again in Hacker-hacker-ville
Looking for my lost Titleist ball
Some people claim that my clubs are to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault

I hit a bad flop shot
It went in the pro shop
I cut a deal they let me go home
But there's beer in my belly
It jiggles like jelly
That malted concoction helps me hang on

Wasting away again in Hacker-hacker-ville
Looking for my lost Titleist ball
Some people claim that my clubs are to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that my clubs are to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault