Do you want to be happy?

Or

Do you want to be right?

This is what he asked me,
On hole number nine.

Well, I said (with a head full of lead),
I want both of these things,
I have an opinion
And it's worth contemplation.

As he took his stance,
And positioned to hit,
On the back swing, he said,
Your opinion aint worth ****.

We argued back and forth,
Until the eighteenth,
Until he turned and said
So, you want to be right?

Silence as we packed our clubs,
Separate cars, straight to the pub,
I told him, fine have it your way,
He nodded and said,

See?

It's easier being happy.