A
day in the life of a Farrow
I'm only a poor little Farrow ,
I struggle to hit all of my greens
Each time that I swing ,
something goes 'ping' -and my ball is to
never be seen
I'm only a poor little Farrow ,
I try to keep out of the trees
I practice swing twice ,
but still I do slice , and my ball
disapears in the breeze !
I'm only a poor little Farrow ,
I wish I was good as a pro
And after I've played ,
I'd probably get laid - with a bimbo I'd
share with my bro
I'm only a poor little Farrow ,
I'm good at my photog-raphy
I'll tarmac your drive ,
for a thousand and five
If your mates of the So-ci-et-y

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