Peter Jacobsen
Sweat pours from my face and hands
I'm chokin' on a few grand
I'm in the middle without any plan
I'm over par - tryin' hard as I can
I'm on 18 and I don't know what to do
18 - I just don't know what to do
18 and I'm away
I gotta pull a club today
I gotta hit and get out of the way - oh yeah
I got a lousy swing and a coward's heart
Took 17 holes to get this far
Don't always know what I'm tryin' to do
Most of the time I don't have a clue
But I'm on 18 - I get confused when I play
18 - I want to get out of the way
18 - I gotta hit today
Sweat pours from my face and my hands
My shots are going to the left and right
I'm in confusion, confusion all day
I think I'm ready, ready to play
And I shanked it
Oh, I shanked it
Oh, I shanked it, blew it, choked it, I hate it
18 - 18 - 18 - 18 - and I shanked it
Based on "I'm Eighteen " by Alice Cooper
New lyrics by Peter Jacobsen
"I'm Eighteen " words and music by Michael Bruce, Glen Buxton, Alice Cooper,
Dennis Dunaway and Neal Smith
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