Lyrics:
Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have 'roused the devil's wrath
Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf
Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have 'roused the devil's wrath
Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf
Les be in les be in love x 2
We have got exactly what we need to rule the world
Like mini golf and shopping malls and froyo in the park
Like mini golf
And at the golf course I'm under par
And in Hollywood they wants me to star
I've got a house and a show place
But I can't get no place with you
You're so
""The Perfect Swing"" by James McGirk is a novel that explores the life of a golf prodigy named Nicklaus Flamel and his journey to achieve
Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have 'roused the devil's wrath
Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf
Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have 'roused the devil's wrath
Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf
Delta, Alfa, November, Golf, Echo, Romeo
Sierra, Oscar, Sierra
Danger Danger S.O.S.
Tossing waste into the world
Uneducated driven mobs
See the Evil
Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have 'roused the devil's wrath
Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf
e distinguerti
Nella vecchia passione
Nella tentazione di essere
Non piangere, coglione, ridi e vai
Ho nostalgia di un golf
Un dolcissimo golf di
the Maurie [repeat]
Take your golf cart to Burnin' Wood
Do it just like Maurie would
Get out your golf club and shake it around
You can do it!
Go! Go! Go!
I make a date for golf, and you can bet your life it rains.
I try to give a party, and the guy upstairs complains.
I guess I'll go through life,
Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have 'roused the devil's wrath
'Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
Golf Tutorial on a Plane
In-flight training in case we ever have the means
Golf Tutorial on a Plane
I want to laugh and there's a buckle on my lap
On the golf course, I'm under par
Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star
I've got a house, a showplace
Still I can't get no place with you
'Cause you're
Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have 'roused the devil's wrath
Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf
a home
That's as big as a house
I know a fella
He eats like a horse
Knocks his old balls
Round the old golf course
You oughta see his wife
She's
of disk golf.
They dont smoke pot,
they just smoke cereal,
Kanik had a lot,
hes lucky hes not in jail.
early in dans basement,
risin' to to deal,
light me
I've come to care
For such a sweet millionaire
While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don't follow
under the Southern Cross
Next to the golf course by the Hyatt Hotel
Davey he is a friend of mine and we get along pretty well
Christmas in paradise under
Black cats creep across my path
Until I'm almost mad
I must have 'roused the devil's wrath
Cause all my luck is bad
I make a date for golf
Golf Lac Sergent Bonjour
Golf Lac Sergent Bonjour
Golf Lac Sergent Bonjour
Golf Lac Sergent Bonjour
(Hey hey)
Y fait plus chaud qu’a Cuba, mais
dentro do golf sportline
honda passa tudo acontece
senta na pica do chefe rebola no cano do 357
felipe santos ta mandando pras bandida pras safada
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