Listen to Donald The Dub song with lyrics from Frank Crumit

Donald The Dub

Frank Crumit10 Aug 2015

Donald The Dub Lyrics

Donald The Dub - Frank Crumit

Listen to the tale of a stalwart male

Who lost his well known Nanny

 

Donald was his name and golf was the game

That made him grey as his Granny

 

He practised much but his style was such

That his handicap stayed at thirty

All the words he used when the ball he bruised

Were nothing else than dirty

In the locker room every night

 

He'd sing of his awful plight

Oh the dirty little pill went rolling down the hill

And rolled right into a bunker

From there to the green I took thirteen

And there by gosh I sunker

 

I get no fun in the air and sun

But down in the traps I labour

I sweat and weep where the sand is deep

Till I want to murder my neighbour

 

Oh

Baby look at that drive

Wheee

Now whoa whoa

Whoa you out of bounds

Alright caddy give me another ball

 

There was one great day that came his way

His score he was sure to diminish

 

Never had such form then up came a storm

He was never able to finish

 

He had a slice that was far from nice

Hey From him it never parted

Once a year that shot believe it or not

That came right back where it started

Do you wonder that he groans

And sighs and wails and moans

Oh

The dirty little pill went rolling down the hill

And rolled right into the water

And the reason it would seem I lifted my beam

When I know I shouldn't oughter

Then I hit a shot that I liked a lot

But it sailed right into the marshes

And I wished right then like a lot of other men

That I had worn my galoshes

 

Hey Donald how many shots did you

Take over in that rock pile

Let me see one two three eh six I believe

Oh You dirty so and so

I counted twelve time

I heard your club hit something

Well eh eh the other six were echoes ha ha

 

Now Donald the Dub joined the country club

And found a fellow duffer

Just as bad as he so with shouts of glee

They started out to suffer

They played nine holes and the poor little moles

Were never scared so badly

For the divots flew and the cuss words too

And the birds and the bees left gladly

As the end of the day drew nigh

Came a song that was sung with a sigh

Oh

The dirty little pill went rolling down the hill

And rolled right into the club house

 

When I got there with sand in my hair

They changed it's name to the Dub house

I've wrecked more ground than Columbus found

And the guy that I am after

Is the crazy scot who invented this plot

That's robbed all the world of laughter

Now Donald the Dub broke club after club

As he told the world goodbye

For he suffered every hour when his game went sour

 

Even as you and I

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