Lyrics of Jiang Yuheng's a bag of Kings

More than 300 yards

Kick off in the middle of the fairway

Shake your head, twist your waist and turn around

I'm the best on the tee stage

Every swing is always full of posture to see the ball

I'm the best one to hit ob in the sand pit

There's nothing wrong with it except beautiful posture

Blame the club, the court and the weather

I never blame myself for lack of practice

Change the shirt, change the ball, change the caddie

Tricycle didn't catch birdie for a long time

The legend of the king is me

Although I'm in my forties

Fly, little white ball and me

Over the end of the sky

Xiaojiang has two groups behind him

No more practice. Let's kick off

One more shot, good health

One less stroke, happy mood

There are so many troubles in life

Golf makes you happy

If no one in the world talks to me

Only golf accompanies me

The first shot is frightening, the second shot is irritating

The third one laughs and the fourth one throws

Die without lifting your head, never try to fly on the grass

Good ball is always on the green after ob

La la la la la la

La la la la la la

La la la la la la

Long live Golf and me

Long live golf