This song is part of five song parodies we used to roast my late father-in-law Jack, an avid golfer.
This is a short excerpt from the book My Brain Has A Mind Of Its Own, available on Amazon for only .99 Kindle, or 5.95 for the paperback with the dart board worthy picture on the cover. If you spring for the book, you get a password which you can use to listen to me sing and strum all the song parodies and original songs from the book. Hearing me sing is certainly a dubious pleasure, but at least you get to hear what the songs sound like. The recordings are also useful for driving unwanted guests from your home.
Tune: Hound Dog
You ain’t nothin’ but a groundhog, your divots are so deep.
You ain’t nothin’ but a groundhog, your divots are so deep.
The golf course looks like Hiroshima and the grounds crew can get no sleep.
