The Abs - Lethal lyrics

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The Abs - Lethal lyrics

The light cascading from the dewy verges Signals to the guy upon the tee it's sh** or bust A brand spanking Dunlop screams into the hedgerow And a luckless flock of starlings bite the dust The beautifilly maintained expanse of emerald fairway That glides into the distance has him vexed He draws an ancient five in a vice-like grip And ploughs the bugger up from one end to the next Facing extradition To the forestry comission J.C.B. precision Graces every shot Pa**ing gulls he's winging Manically he's swinging Like an Amphetamine-crazed Terry Scott A sound, not unlike a squid in a Zan*ssi Emits from where the bloke has gained in two A lethal glint of eight-iron, volley of expletives The flight of the divot's long and true Chequ'd flares flapping in the wind Animated, as he chinned the bloke enquiring If he took any d** The retaliation of a putter in the spuds Made him splutter cracking lips like petrified slugs Now he seldom ever makes a fuss With a customized Trevino truss He's grasped the fundamentals And his handicap is slowly coming down