Ever since I was a young boy
I've played the dimpled ball
St. Andrews to Augusta
I’ve played rounds at them all

But I ain't seen nothing like him
On any course I’ve found
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean golf round

He stands with club in hand
Then swings like a machine
Hitting every fairway
Driving every green.

He plays by intuition
The scorecard counts his strokes
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Never gets mad or chokes.

He's a golf ball wizard
There's got to be a twist,
His swing so strong and natural,
From shoulder through to wrist.

How do you think he does it?
(I don't know)
What makes him so good?

He ain't got no distractions
He can't hear crowds or cars.
Never hits the bunkers,
Always birds or pars

Always makes the tour cut
Making sponsors drool
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Fearsome but always cool.

I thought I was
The PGA tour king
But I just handed
My green jacket to him

Even on my local course
He can beat my best
His caddie leads him ‘round
And he just does the rest

He drives for show and puts for dough,
Don’t slice or hook the ball
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure hits a mean golf ball.