[innercityteacher]

"Flipparado, why don't you come to your senses
You been out breaking plane lines
for so long now
Ohh you're a wobbly one
We know you have your reasons
Theses things in golf magazines
Don't really pass for TGM knowhow

Don't forget to trace the infinite plane-line boy
It'll save you it's no fable
You know club path hands are always your best friend
Now it seems to me your right forearm
'n club must be laid upon a table
But without a real pivot
You can't swing or hit


Flipperrado
Ohhh your not getting straighter
Your busted flying wedges
Are driving your handicap higher
And short game oh short game
That's feel without mechanics talking
Your prison is leaving the sweet spot all alone

Don't your hands get sore in the practice round
The PRO V1 won't fly and the hole you won't find
It's hard not to be a hacker the way you play
And your losing all the rounds you play
Ain't it funny how the fun of this great game
Goes away

Flipperado,
Why don't you come to your senses
Come away from unbalanced fixes, TGM's the book
You might be sad, but there are real teachers around you
You'd better let GSEB's/GSEM's/GSED's show you
(Let them show and teach you)
You'd better let TGM teach you
Before it's too late"


Jerry is correct, I do this as soon as I'm done at the range and after my lovely wifey makes dinner and the dishes are put away.

Now, to read about Sean's first lesson with cool and talented DREW!

Patrick

As an Eagles fan, I appreciated that . Very creative. Maybe next you can re-write Desparado.