Well I'll rake wherever you've gone,
Yeah golf-ball, I mean YOU!
It's a high-bounce wedge that I need,
I tell ya I got somethin' for you.

Come on... come on.... come ON
Oh, SCREW IT!
Come ON, I'm talkin' to you!

(Grrrr!)

I can't getcha outta the rough (thwump)
I can't getcha outta the rough (ploff)
I can't getcha outta the rough...

(Dissin')

Now it's late, and I want home
My club, I'm gonna break it in two!
Do I walk right back up the fairway,
Or have another thrashin' at you?

Come on, come on, come on...
I CAN'T DO IT!
Come on, O god I HATE YOU!

(Boo-hoo)

I can't getcha outta the rough (thwack)
I can't getcha outta the rough (ker-flump)
I can't getcha outta the rough...

(I dismay now)

[Air guitar solo]

(Aaaaaargh!)

I can't getcha outta the rough (cuss)
I can't getcha outta the rough (curse)
I can't getcha outta the rough...
[repeat to fade, or faint, whichever is the sooner]