Barry Lane

Barry has won five tournaments since turning pro in 1976, so he can play a bit. But he admits he prefers spending time with his girlfriend to hitting endless balls on the range, and he's not afraid to enjoy a drink or smoke incessantly. By the way, "fag", for our American readers' benefit, is British slang for a cigarette. In case you were worried.

Original music and lyrics by John Lennon and Paul McCartney

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	In Barry Lane you have a golfer who knows all the holes Of every course he's has the pleasure to go round. And all the pros out on the practice ground Say he's very sound. On the tee the starter calls his name and he steps up. The people standing round to watch him drive all clap. Then he hits it straight into a trap, Shakes his head and says, "Load of crap!". Barry Lane has just lit up another fag. Watch him take a deep and hearty drag On it, and meanwhile back On Barry's face there is a frown that signals discontent. He doesn't like one tiny bit what he's just seen. He tends to catch his little chip shots clean, They run through the green. Barry Lane has just lit up another fag. Puts them in a pocket in his bag To keep dry, meanwhile back Behind the ropes around the back of the eleventh green, His pretty Swedish blonde is standing in the crowd. And though she'd like to call his name out loud, It is not allowed. For Barry Lane 500 tournaments have come and gone. He's won 5 times and earned a fortune on the way. And in the Ryder Cup he's had his day, Beat Scott Hoch 1 up, very brave. Barry Lane has just lit up another fag. Watch him take a deep and hearty drag On it, and meanwhile back Barry Lane has just lit up another fag. Watch him take a deep and hearty drag. Barry Lane.