Lyrics: Chumbawamba. 98. Shot.

All gathered 'round the 18th tee
With pringle and tartan and shooting sticks
Binoculars, poised, ready to use
Watching, waiting, there it goes!
Great shot!
Great shot!
What a shot!
Great shot!
The aspiring middle classes
They want to shake the golfer's hand

Great shot!
Great shot!
What a shot!
Great shot!
But the golfer is busy watching
As his ball lands in the sand