Lyrics

MINIATURE GOLF

You don’t get to be the best
Without a lot of practice
Saturday night, miniature golf

I concentrate, elbows straight
Ignoring all distractions
Saturday night, miniature golf
Another Saturday night, miniature golf

Eighteen holes of excitement
Eighteen holes to test my skill
Eighteen holes, another Saturday night to kill

Saturday night, miniature golf
Saturday night, miniature golf
Another Saturday night, miniature golf
And every Saturday night, it’s miniature golf

Monday, laundry
Tuesday, groceries
Wednesday, wash my hair
And Thursday, “E.R.”
And Friday, nothing
Except for looking forward to Saturday night

Eighteen holes of excitement
Eighteen holes to test my skill
I might sink a hole in one
You can’t beat that thrill

Saturday night, miniature golf
Saturday night, miniature golf
Another Saturday night, miniature golf
And every Saturday night, it’s miniature golf

You don’t get to be the best
Without a lot of practice

Barbara: lead and backing vocals
Mike: backing vocal, acoustic guitar