DESCRIPTION:
Dedicated to Cooper Gulch disc golf course & the people who live and play there. Humboldt county represent. Lyrics below. After this, go watch Clifford (1994) feat. Martin Short.
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Featuring: Crunkle Martin, DJ Realname, The Lyrical Surgeon, El Presidente, Mr. Clean, and FIELD MICE!


Lyrics:

Human Boy
GULCHERS

Roll up to the lot, don't block the spot
Mistwood Preschool all full of tots
Got my dog off leash no sign of cops
Got my mud boots, can't wear flip flops

Tee off hole 1 by the cemetery
Comingled bones of the dead and buried
Tee Bird in the mud got to pay my dues
feet slippin' I'm trippin' in primordial ooze

Step into the box at the tee of 4
Distracted when I heard a Gulcher snore
Drunk in the dirt and I've seen it before, but
now I'm up a tree with the lowest score

I'm bangin' chains and climbin' trees
Get your ass of the tee with that cell phone, please
Bowl-hole bench, a dude's high as hell
"It's trainwreck bro, recognize the smell?"

CHORUS
God, I love the sound of plastic on chains (I wanna hear that)
I didn't learn this skill, it runs in my veins (go be a Womp rat)
Man, please help me, that fern's in the way (we're eating Crisco)
I need an ace by the end of the day (It's Cooper disco)

When I step to the tee I only wanna hear silence
Or I'm comin' atcha with some liquid violence
Steel Reserve, goin' straight to your dome
If you can't keep it down, fool, you better go home

Par par par to the double-bogie
Mid-range landed on a sleepin' fogie
This dude had moss of the side of his face
If his pillow was a basket, I'd have an ace

I fling it in the air and the disc goes sailin', flailin', tailin' but straight as a railing
Heading for the pin like the thing's on fire
I stick it every time with my extra-long driver

CHORUS
God, I love the sound of plastic on chains (deplete the ozone)
I didn't learn this skill, it runs in my veins (we breakin' jawbones)
Man, please help me, that fern's in the way (forget your game plan)
I need an ace by the end of the day (It's Cooper Gulch, man)

It's Cooper Gulch, boy learn the rules
Move out the way, sextet of fools.
I'm comin' up fast, recognize, nephew
Just step aside, let the man play through

Eureka Police come here to do killin'
Gulcher's kickin' skulls to jack the gold fillins
Potty-mouth mama with the tall boy spillin'
Got my putter and a sharpie and a dose of penicillin

Ain't a full 18, gotta play 9 twice
Steppin' over hobos and beehives and FIELD MICE!
This is my church but you won't see a steeple
Just a dirty creek full of hypodermic needles

Phoenix
Spider
Pulsar
Rhino

Talon
Zephyr
Hydra
Cyclone

Cobra
Goblin
Banshee
Reaper

Polecat
Panther
Magnet
Tee Bird

Upshots
Putters
Helix
Drivers
Hookshots
Slicers
Rollers
Hyzers