Golf is hard

[Instrumental] [Verse 1] The weekend dawns, a golfer's dream Course awaits, a perfect scene Clubs are polished, tee time near Excitement builds, dispelling fear [Verse 2] First tee box, a hopeful stand Driver unfurled, in eager hand Contact made, a soaring flight But reality strikes, a painful sight [Chorus] Shanks and slices, a golfer's hell Lost balls in bushes, a dreadful spell Three-putts galore, a mental test Golf gods conspiring, no time to rest [Verse 3] Bunker after bunker, a sandy plight Every shot a struggle, a losing fight Green in sight, but putt goes wide Frustration mounting, a golfer's pride [Chorus] Shanks and slices, a golfer's hell Lost balls in bushes, a dreadful spell Three-putts galore, a mental test Golf gods conspiring, no time to rest [Bridge] A round of torture, a painful game Questioning the sport, a golfer's shame But hope lingers, for a better day When shots find targets, in a perfect way [Chorus] Shanks and slices, a golfer's hell Lost balls in bushes, a dreadful spell Three-putts galore, a mental test Golf gods conspiring, no time to rest