Lyrics

The Golf Song (Gotta Find Your Tempo)
Jack Turner ©2003

It?s my shame there?s a game that I can?t live without
And the name of the game that I?m talking about
Is a four letter word can there be any doubt
... Polo...

Soft spikes, bent grass
Back spin, a touch of class
Stemp meter says thery?re rollin? fast
Gotta find your tempo
Gotta find your tempo

I confess I obsess try every tip from the top
For success I invest in items from the Pro Shop
Still I ask myself why won?t my handicap drop

Hit it fat, Hit it thin
I can find the rough but I can?t find the pin
Chilly dip lost another skin
Gotta find your tempo
Gotta find your tempo

This game I love to hate
It makes me curse and cry
It seems I just get worser
The harder that I
Try

I tell myself to relax (Relax) and just concentrate
Take it all the way back turn your shoulders and wait
Just a pause, not too long, not too fast...too late

Hook it left Slice it right
When am I ever gonna see the light
The teaching pro says my future?s bright but you
Gotta find your tempo
Gotta find your tempo

Long drive center cut
Second shot got an easy put
Lip it out well guess what
Gotta find your tempo
Gotta find your tempo

Saw my hero on the big TV
Said he was leading the field cause he?d found the key
When he said those words he was talkin just to me
Gotta find your tempo
Gotta find your tempo

Vamp to fade