Lyrics

[Verse]
Bob the golfer, down at the green,
With a weathered cap and a sweatshirt clean,
He loves his old man jokes, and his wry, slow drawl,
Says he's got a million, and he's told 'em all.

[Verse 2]
Every Sunday mornin', with the sun just right,
Bob's out there swingin', from dawn till night,
He tells his buddy Joe while they play their rounds,
"Why don't secrets spread on a golf course? You'd think they got grounds!"

[Chorus]
Oh, Bob the golfer, he’s a champion one,
Made the whole club cheer with a hole in one,
He’s got his smile and a heart of gold,
Bob's the king of golf and stories old.

[Verse 3]
When he’s off the course, you’ll find him at the alley,
Bowling strikes and spares, let's hear a rally!
He's got his jokes there too, just like a pro,
Says, "Why was the bowling alley hot? It ran out of fans, you know!"

[Verse 4]
Back to the greens where his legacy's told,
Under hazy skies, or when the winds are cold,
Bob swings his club with a seasoned hand,
Every shot, every joke, he’s always got a plan.

[Chorus]
Oh, Bob the golfer, he’s a champion one,
Made the whole club cheer with a hole in one,
He’s got his smile and a heart of gold,
Bob's the king of golf and stories old.