Bad Boys of the Country Club
I’m going out swingin’ on a Friday afternoon wearin’ my new spiked shoes
Dressed up to kill with nothing to conceal, and I ain’t got nothin’ to lose
Playing with my buds who like to down the suds
Bet every game tried to quit but it’s just not the same
We’re always in trouble with the management, they say that we drink too much
It’s me, Gregger, Jonesy and the Duffster, we’re the BAD BOYS OF THE COUNTRY CLUB
Standin’ on the tee box, lookin’ good, they hit a driver so I pulled out my 3-wood
Took my stance to hit the shot, heard a fake sneeze then I hit it in the parkin’ lot
Got mad tried to stay calm, when they laughed I threw out the F-BOMB
We’re always in trouble with the management, they say that we cuss too much
It’s me, Gregger, Jonesy and the Duffster, we’re the BAD BOYS OF THE COUNTRY CLUB
Even up comin’ down the last hole, hit it stiff man I’m on a roll
Sometimes it doesn’t pay to play smart, look out here come the beer cart
She’s a doll,  who likes to cheer, fill up a cooler full of them ice cold beers
No sandbaggin’ dudes allowed… ow
We’re always in trouble with the management, they say that we flirt too much
Seems that we’re always under the gun, all we want to do is have a little fun
It’s me, Gregger, Jonesy and the Duffster, we’re the BAD BOYS OF THE COUNTRY CLUB