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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sun pokes up
Truck bed rattlin'
Three beat-up bags
Three bad habits
Cooler packed
We’re laughin' already
First tee shot
None of us ready
You tee first
We all start countin'
Side bets flyin'
Trash talk bouncin'
Ball takes off
Then dives like a stone
We cheer loud like it’s almost on the green (it’s not)
[Chorus]
Beers
Bets and bogeys
We ain’t keepin' score right
Slicin' it left
Yankin' it right
Drives barely stay in sight
We’re chunkin' and toppin'
Talkin' that friendly spite
Oh
We miss every fairway
But we’re hittin' it good tonight (yeah, we’re hittin' it good tonight)
[Verse 2]
You line up
Swear this one’s money
Step back twice
That waggle’s funny
Club comes down
Big spray of dirt
Ball moves six feet
Pride moves worse
I’m in the trees
You’re in the bunker
Third guy’s huntin' for his last shanker
We’re bettin' on putts from way downtown
Double-or-nothin' on the next meltdown (hey!)
[Chorus]
Beers
Bets and bogeys
We ain’t keepin' score right
Slicin' it left
Yankin' it right
Drives barely stay in sight
We’re chunkin' and toppin'
Talkin' that friendly spite
Oh
We miss every fairway
But we’re hittin' it good tonight (come on)
[Bridge]
Who owes who?
Tab’s a blur
Lies are true
Every bad shot
We replay it
Every tall tale
We over-say it
If life’s a game you can’t quite win
Give me this cart
This course
These friends
[Chorus]
Beers
Bets and bogeys
We ain’t keepin' score right
Slicin' it left
Yankin' it right
Drives barely stay in sight
We’re chunkin' and toppin'
Laughin' till the last light
Yeah
We miss every fairway
But we’re hittin' it good tonight
Yeah
We miss every fairway
But we’re hittin' it good tonight (oh, we’re hittin' it good tonight)
Details
GeneratedMar 18, 2026
Duration3:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
Upbeat bar-band soul-blues groove, swung backbeat and walking bass, bright Hammond stabs and crunchy electric guitar riffs; male vocals with shout-along gang parts on the hook, loose and rowdy energy that builds each chorus with extra harmonies, horn shots, and ad-libs; mid-song breakdown drops to drums, bass, and organ before slamming back in full for the final refrain, soul, blues
Credits
Prompt by
FletcherCole
FletcherColeModelAria v5
Prompt
An upbeat soul/blues song 3 friends that golf together while drinking beers and making fun of each other and betting on everything. It’s all slices chunking and topping. Drives rarely hit fairways.
