Lyrics

Burgoon
What are you holding that club for?
What are you wearing those gloves for?
Like some professional golfer

Burgoon
Wait, is that what you are?
Your name escaped me thus far
and now you’re putting for par

But then suddenly my son starts crying
You look up with fury on your face
I force a smile but inside I’m dying
I grab my son and slowly back away

Burgoon
Don’t you know who my dad is?
When you get mad he gets maddest
full of grandfatherly malice

Burgoon
Now hold on just a minute
Bootsie cried, now you're winning
I guess all is forgiven

A parody of The Marcels, "Blue Moon"