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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Sunburned hats and crooked tees
Cart’s already out of freeze
First swing
Ball says “I’m out”
Over the fence
Someone shouts
Drop one here
“yeah
That’s fine”
“Call it three
We’ll shave the nine”
Pencil math and liquid luck
Scorecard hero
Swing is stuck
[Pre-Chorus]
We line up like we’re on tour
But the swing says weekend warrior
Aim straight
Ball goes sideways anyway
[Chorus]
Beers and bogeys
That’s our game
Chasing double digits
Laughing at the shame
Trying to break a hundred
Breaking all the rules instead
Beers and bogeys
Raise ’em high
Slice it left
Hook it right
Watch it kiss the sky
We’re plus-everything but rich in what we’ll never forget
[Verse 2]
You top it twenty yards
We roar
I four-putt from three feet short
Trash talk echoing the whole front nine
“Nice layup
Man
You planned that line?”
Cart path rally
Speaker loud
Mulligan? “Yeah
That one don’t count”
Finger in the air like we’re reading wind
Just to chunk it in the fringe again
[Pre-Chorus]
We line up like we’re on tour
But the swing says weekend warrior
Aim straight
Ball goes sideways anyway
[Chorus]
Beers and bogeys
That’s our game
Chasing double digits
Laughing at the shame
Trying to break a hundred
Breaking all the rules instead
Beers and bogeys
Raise ’em high
Slice it left
Hook it right
Watch it kiss the sky
We’re plus-everything but rich in what we’ll never forget
[Bridge]
One last hole
The sun droops low
“One good drive and we can go”
You stripe one dead center (no way)
We lose our minds all the way to the green
[Chorus]
Beers and bogeys
That’s our game
Chasing double digits
Living with the blame
Trying to break a hundred
But we’re breaking into grins instead
Beers and bogeys
Side by side
Miss the fairway
Hit the time of our lives
We’re plus-everything but rich in what we’ll never forget
Details
GeneratedMar 18, 2026
Duration3:16
LanguageEnglish
Style
rock, Crunchy indie rock band energy, male vocals with a raspy edge. Verses ride on choppy palm‑muted guitars and loose drums; pre‑chorus adds gang shouts and tom builds. Chorus explodes with open chords, shout‑along hook, and tight backing harmonies, bass walking a little. Brief middle-eight drops to half-time and drier vocal before final full-band, high-energy chorus., indie rock
Credits
Prompt by
FletcherCole
FletcherColeModelAria v5
Prompt
Upbeat Indie rock raspy song about friends betting on bad golf rounds. Drinking beers, missing fairways, bending the scoring rules and heckling each other. All Struggling to break 100. Beers & Bogeys
