Brews and Birdies Boogie (Master)

The sun came up, bags in the trunk, We’re chasing greens and beer by the bunch. Hitting the road, the crew’s locked in, With clubs in hand and a thirst for sin. Pulled up to the course, feeling so alive, Carts are loaded and ready to drive. Watch this bitches! Cooler takes a swing, The ball takes flight, it’s a horrible thing. From the first hole to the eighteenth one Jokes and laughs, that's how it's done We’re not pros, but who gives a damn Just having fun is the basic plan Wake up, Hefe, the game’s begun, Brews and birdies in the blazing sun. Fore We shout as we fly the green, Fairway rebels living the dream. Par three madness, bets on the line, Shots of whiskey not cheap red wine. They call me Kansas he says with pride, Swinging for glory, three strokes a side. Wake up, Hefe, the game’s begun, We’re chasing birdies in the blazing sun. Fore We shout as we fly the green, Fairway rebels living the dream. The 19th hole, where legends are made, Tall tales told as the daylight fades. Beer in hand, we toast the night, To friends, to golf, to living it right. Wake up, Hefe, the game’s begun, We’re chasing birdies in the blazing sun. Fore! We shout as we fly the green, Fairway rebels living the dream. Watch this bitches! is one last cry, A perfect drive through the clear blue sky. Fairway rebels we'll always say Brews and birdies is the only way Wake up Hefe