I saw him on the golf course; he was blind as he could be.
How could a man like him play golf? He couldn’t even see!
My caddie said that he played great; he had beaten the very best.
I was pretty good myself, so I’d put him to the test.

I introduced myself and said, “I find it somewhat funny.
I’ve never seen the blind play golf, do you really play for money?”
I asked how he could play the game, when he couldn’t see the hole.
He said one caddie marked each green with a beeper on a pole.

His other caddie teed his ball, which had a beeper too.
He said that he could beat the best, with just his two men crew.
Well I could sense some easy money; his friend would hold the pot.
Like taking candy from a baby, so I had bet a lot.

Taking money from this blind man, it ought to be a crime.
I would pick the golf course and he would pick the time.
But when I asked when we could meet, my easy money hopes turned bleak.
He said that he was free to play, most any NIGHT next week.