Prince of Poa Annua

He first jumped ship in Hong Kong and headed for Tibet
Got on as a looper through some monks that he had met
He gave them his credentials as a caddy and a jock
Then they told him that the Dalai Lama wants to talk

12th son of the Lama with flowing robes and bald
Not much of a tipper but he sure could hit it far
He whacked it in a crevasse 380 off the tee
Then "gunga galunga" echoed to the sea

Years later at Augusta and a birdie for the win
The Prince hit his two-iron but caught it a little thin
Chunked a five from 350 got him to 195
He holed an eight-iron a mirac' the tears were in his eyes

Now the Prince of Poa Annua writes his memoirs in Havana
And talks about a life misunderstood
He still hates that varmit scum and Bushwood's number one
He's Hemingway and Kerouac in boots

It was the greens in Georgia that inspired him to breed
Kentucky bluegrass and Featherbed
with sticky Humboldt weed
Play 36 all day get bejesus-belt at night
He made a fortune when Colorado saw the light

He used to hunt the gophers with a rifle and some beer
But a fondness for C-4 explosives hindered his career
He remained first assistant he couldn't pass the test
His dream of head greenskeeper was finally laid to rest

He turned his mirrors on Bushwood when his hybrid hit the mint
He headed down to Cuba on a reference Smails had sent
Now Ty Webb comes to visit and they hit the cannonball
He married Lacey when she fled rehab in the fall

Now the Prince of Poa Annua writes his memoirs in Havana
And talks about a life misunderstood
He still hates that varmit scum and Bushwood's number one
He's Hemingway and Kerouac in boots

Now his life still has troubles and some days he feels dread
But he knows when he dies he'll have total consciousness
just like the Llama said

Now the Prince of Poa Annua writes his memoirs in Havana
And talks about a life misunderstood
He still hates that varmit scum and Bushwood's number one
He's Hemmingway and Kerouac in boots
He's like if Hemingway met Kerouac in boots