96 Shots

[Intro: Lead Male Vocal, spoken/half-sung, whispered, sneaky, quiet groove] Sock feet on the tile, keys already in my hand Coffee's set for six, got a note on the counter, plan's the plan Garage door screamin' like it's ratting me out Baby, I love you — I'll explain when I get out [Verse 1: Lead Male Vocal, relaxed, conversational] Pull up to the gas station, need some Zyn and a coffee black Hair of the dog in a paper bag, riding in the back Tee time's at seven, we're already runnin' late Somebody says "why do we do this," and nobody hesitates [Pre-Chorus 1: Lead Male Vocal, building energy] 'Cause the wife's gonna kill me, the kids are still asleep But there's a cart with my name on it and a promise I gotta keep Sun's coming up over the palm trees, glass halfway to my lip Man, I don't even like this game — but I ain't missing this trip [Chorus: Lead Vocal + Crowd/Group Backing Vocals, belted, bar singalong energy] 4 beers, 2 joints, 6 hours, 1 fight 96 shots and we still ain't right Lost three balls and a little bit of pride Drowning every sorrow in that good Florida life 4 beers, 2 joints, 96 shots [Verse 2: Lead Male Vocal, wry, storytelling tone] Shanked one in the water on hole number three Cart girl saved my whole day, God bless that girl and her fees Me and Ray got into it on who's really winnin' He said "count again" — man that's how the fight was beginnin' [Pre-Chorus 2: Lead Male Vocal, warm, sincere, building] But we hugged it out by the turn, bought each other a round Every bad shot, every bad call, just another reason to clown Sunburn's setting in now, forgot my SPF again This is why we do it — not the score, just my friends [Chorus: Lead Vocal + Crowd/Group Backing Vocals, belted, bar singalong energy] 4 beers, 2 joints, 6 hours, 1 fight 96 shots and we still ain't right Lost three balls and a little bit of pride Man, I love this stupid game, wouldn't trade this Florida life 4 beers, 2 joints, 96 shots [Bridge: Lead Vocal with Crowd Call-and-Response, half-time, building to peak] Lead: Ain't about the score Crowd: (no, no) Lead: It's about the shore, the sun, the smoke, the four Crowd: (the four!) Lead: Bury the hatchet by the 19th door All: [Energy: Peak] Buy the man a beer, that's what golf is for [Final Chorus: Lead Vocal + Full Crowd/Group Vocals, explosive, big bar-anthem energy] 4 beers, 2 joints, 6 hours, 1 fight 96 shots and we still ain't right Lost three balls and a little bit of pride Man, I love this stupid game, wouldn't trade this Florida life 4 beers, 2 joints, 96 shots [Outro: Crowd chant, fade out, laughter, bar ambience] 4 beers... 2 joints... 6 hours... 1 fight... 96 shots... Same time next Sunday. Don't tell my wife.