(To the tune of Oasis's 'Wonderwall')
Today was going to be the day
That I would learn to follow through,
By now, I should have realised
That that was the thing to do.
I don’t suppose that anybody
Plays the game of golf the way I do.
And all the shots I hit today went winding
And none of them could be described as ‘blinding’
There are many swings
That I would like to show to you.
But I don’t know how.
But maybe, it’s gonna be the putts that save me
‘cause after all, there my blunderballs