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.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC
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.
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