[Verse] Dusty greens and rolling sand Gennaro swings the club by hand Sometimes long and sometimes short Fairway dreams he does consort [Verse 2] A seven iron in his grip Slices right and takes a dip One thirty-eight with luck he might Or shank it left and lose the fight [Chorus] Steady on Gennaro Golf's a fickle ride Steady on Gennaro Keep your swing in stride [Verse 3] Trenches deep or bruising grass Every round a mixed forecast Good or bad just grip it tight Hope the ball takes flight tonight [Chorus] Steady on Gennaro Golf's a fickle ride Steady on Gennaro Keep your swing in stride [Bridge] A swing and miss A perfect kiss The golf god's cruel twist