[Verse 1] He’s got more rigs than golf balls Parked out past the county line Chrome and diesel in his blood But the fairway’s on his mind Rolls up late in work boots Tosses down a weathered glove Says “Who’s donating first today?” Then drains a ten-foot shove [Chorus] He’s the lab putter king (yeah) Reads the green like a map in his mind Every break Every blade Every line Takes our money with a cold Calm swing We’re all talk He just grins Lab putter king [Verse 2] Apron on in the kitchen Cast iron running hot Plates hit like religion Every bite just hits the spot From the tee box to the table Man He never breaks a sweat We’re counting up our losses He’s plating up the best [Chorus] He’s the lab putter king (oh) Reads the green like a map in his mind Every break Every blade Every line Takes our money with a cold Calm swing We’re all talk He just grins Lab putter king [Bridge] Big rigs rolling Scorecards folded Pans still smoking Yeah The story’s told and Every road Every hole Every kitchen he’s in We’re chasing He’s winning (hey!) [Chorus] He’s the lab putter king Reads the green like a map in his mind Every break Every blade Every line Takes our money with a cold Calm swing We raise a glass We still sing To the lab putter king
