Philip Melancon - Playing A Round lyrics

You find my complexion golden My hair a lighter hue My eyes have a twinkle And crease where smiles wrinkle It's due to my getting old of course, Playing a round on the golf course Of course Playing a round between hurricanes No marshals to contend with Feeder bands of rain Katrina is my caddy Rita fills my divots I tell you this is living pal Swinging between hurricanes My hook I play into the wind Slices run with the breeze Putting is never long, rolling through trees Katrina holds my flag Rita marks my line I tell you this is living pal Swinging between hurricanes What a drive I smack down the fairway With a pitch and wedge I carry 303 I never pull out my wood for driving Because my wood is a metal thing The follow-through's unsettling Playing a round between hurricanes I don't need a cart I don't need a bag Katrina holds my putter Rita my pitching wedge Tees are even provided You can perch it on a head How easy to play from the bunker I do it with a sweep of my putter 'Cus where there once was sand It's now cement And it's a truer roll than when the green's Bermuda bent Wow, yeah Though you might lose your balls in the rough Cus brother the roughs are really rough And there's plenty in the bushes Trees are uprooted There's a lotta bellota where for years they been booted When you're playing a round between hurricanes Climbing is fantastic Summer breeze is rain Katrina holds my bumber Shooting Rita picks my cleets I tell this is living pal On the only manicured lawn in town When you're swinging Between the hurricanes Fore!