My uncle got a set of golf clubs on his birthday
We talked on the telephone last night, he said we ought to play
And I've never played a game in my life, but I said, I said okay
When we played I was like a castaway
And my uncle, he smiled at me the whole time
'Twas only midday and we both sweat like pigs
And now we, we drift away
And I'll never be good at golf
You can put that in your screenplay
It's something you can write off
I'll never be good at golf
Rich men, who are nothing like me, sit out on the lawn
Smoking their fancy cigars with their sweet broads and mercedes
And seeing them kind of makes me wish sort of makes me dream, but I
I'll never be good at golf
I'm just a piece of (shit/ millennial) who talks
I'll close my eyes to all their fame
And I'll fly so far away,
I'll fly slowly,
And I'll fly so far away.
credits
from View-Master,
released July 28, 2017
Recorded by Jesse Barki at Lebanon Valley College
Mixed and Mastered by Jack McCarthy
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