Pickleball Blues

[Verse] Grandpa's got his old paddle, and he's ready to play, But my spry young legs ain't givin' him a fair chance today. He's huffin' and he's puffin', just tryin' to keep up, While I'm zippin' 'round the court like a frisky pup. [Verse 2] Now, Grandpa's got that wisdom that comes with age, But when it comes to this game, we're trapped in a cage. If he wins, I'm defeated, can't believe I lost, If I win, break his spirit, and that's too high a cost. [Chorus] Oh, the pickleball blues, no winners, we lose, If he beats me, bruised ego, if I win, it's just cruel. We’re trapped in the middle, and we can't make no truce, Pickleball blues, oh, the pickleball blues. [Verse] Swingin' at that wiffle ball, is it worth the fight? When the score don't matter, feels like somethin' ain't right. He's gaspin', I'm laughin', but deep down I know, Neither should be winnin' 'cause it hurts us both slow. [Verse 2] Grandpa used to tell me stories 'bout battles he'd win, But this here pickleball court's a different spin. When I spike that ball, his face turns red, Can’t afford to hurt his pride, lest I wound mine instead. [Chorus] Oh, the pickleball blues, no winners, we lose, If he beats me, bruised ego, if I win, it's just cruel. We’re trapped in the middle, and we can't make no truce, Pickleball blues, oh, the pickleball blues.