My friend Brian asked me today to write a song about golf.Here we go.

I say yes to a songI know nothing about GodHere we go againAgain

My friend Brian, he's a gold pro, tough pro, I don't even know where the ball goes, where the grass ends, while the little car got no doors, my friend, he says, Dr. O, just feel the swing.I said, Brian, brother, I don't know a thingBut I got rhythm, I got soulSo I put the whole course in a rock and rollI don't know the club, I don't know the scoreBut I know Brian can open the doorTo the green, to the sky, to the ballFlying high, I don't know golf