A golf song parody of "Godzilla"
With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He digs giant divots from the ground
Helpless people surrounding the pin
Scream bug-eyed as he looks down on them
He picks up a cart and he throws it back down
As he stomps through the fairways playing his round
Oh no, they say he drives for show
Go go Golfzilla, yeah
Oh no, they say he putts for dough
Go go Golfzilla, yeah
Oh no, they say he drives for show
Go go Golfzilla, yeah
Oh no, they say he putts for dough
Go go Golfzilla, yeah
History shows again and again
How golfing points up the folly of men
Golfzilla!
History shows again and again
How golfing points up the folly of men
Golfzilla!
John Daly was recently asked about his struggle with drinking. Daly responded, "I've joined Alcoholics Anonymous. I still drink, but under a different name."
A golf song parody of "Addicted to Love"
The lights are on, but you’re not home
Your mind... is not your own
Your heart sweats, your body shakes
Another drive... is what it takes
You can’t sleep, you can’t eat
There’s no doubt, you’re in deep
Your throat is tight, you can’t breathe
Another putt... is all you need
Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you... can’t get enough,
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to golf
You see the signs, but you can’t read
You’re running at... a different speed
Your heart beats... in double time
Another round, and you’ll be fine
A one track mind
You can’t be saved
A perfect shot... is all you crave
If there’s some... game for you
You don’t mind... if you do
Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you... can’t get enough,
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Your lights are on, but you’re not home
Your will... is not your own
Your heart sweats, your teeth grind
Another round, and you’ll be fine
Whoa, you like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah
It’s closer to the truth to say you... can’t get enough,
You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
Might as well face it, you’re addicted to golf
A golf song parody of "A House in New Orleans"
There is a course in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor boys
And God I know I'm one
My mother was the golf pro
I played my golf for free
My father was a scrambling man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a scrambler needs
Are golf clubs in his trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when his putts are sunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Play your lives in wind and misery
On the course of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the cart path
The other foot on the tee
I'm golfing back in New Orleans
To drive my ball in trees
There is a course in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor boys
And God I know I'm one
Yesterday, at his birthday party, the King quipped that when he was a boy, the Dead Sea was only sick.
LPGA star Christina Kim
Went out on a limb
To make her livin'
Doing the Birdie Chicken
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