Text: You Vandal. Winter. The Next Arnold Palmer.

Here we go again
You've got me falling through the floor again
You've got me calling for a Mulligan
One too many times

If I had another shot, it'd be a hole-in-one for real
Don't try to act like you don't want me to finally close the deal
Because now I see right through your games
It's a wonder how I never could do it before
If you could only close your legs
Nobody would think you had turned into such a whore

You've got me falling through the floor again
You've got me calling for a Mulligan
One too many times

You never warn me, no, you never call "Fore"
When you crack my skull open and I fall through the floor
I can't help but notice that your sportsmanship is poor
And your stroke count is bogus, so I'm done with keeping score
No, that shit won't fly anymore