Composed during lunch:

I Love to Watch That Glenn Frey Golf

I love to watch that Glenn Frey golf
He aims his club and adjusts his hands
His hips and body rotate quickly
His club connects; his shot is tricky
He has the whole crowd in his thrall
We love to watch that Glenn Frey golf
Yeah, we love to watch that Glenn Frey golf

He likes the shots that go where they should
Not the ones that go a million miles away
And a penalty stroke is what you must pay
For the balls that you can’t get to any other way
His eyes look up; wind takes the ball
We love to watch that Glenn Frey golf
Yeah, we love to watch that Glenn Frey golf

Glenn feels his heart beating, and he wonders
“Could I ever make a ‘triple-eagle’?”
But if the ball comes at you, duck as fast as you can
Or else this game could be your final game

So it lands and then rolls towards the hole
So slow it’s almost standing still
Oh no, it’s skirting ‘round the edge
Now it’s heading down the hill
The ball spins so as it picks up speed
Its flight ends when it imbeds in a tree
Glenn sobs, “DAMMIT! I don’t understand!”
But I love to watch that Glenn Frey golf
Yeah, I love to watch that Glenn Frey golf