On the first hole, just one beer, swingin' smooth and free,
Steve's the name, he's in the game, the fairway's clear to see.
Two beers in on hole number two, confidence is high,
Level 2, he's feelin' good, letu0027s kiss that ball goodbye!

Oh, the 10 drinking levels of golf, where sanity goes to die,
From sober swings to detox kings, we're aiming for the sky.
At Level 7, itu0027s pure heaven, a golfer's perfect state,
But donu0027t you dare reach Level 10, or you'll regret your fate!

Hole three, it's Level 3, three beers down the hatch,
Vision's blurry, words are slurry, still, Steve's in the match.
Level 4, we want some more, now things are getting fun,
Four beers in, a hole-in-one? Or is that hole-in-none?

Level 5, Steveu0027s barely alive, can't remember his name,
Five beers deep, who stole his cart? It's just part of the game.
Level 6, he's in the mix, the golf balls start to float,
Six beers in, he might begin to use his club as a boat!

Here we are at Level 7, oh man, it feels just right,
Seven beers and not a fear, the greens are clear tonight.
Heu0027s hitting straight, he's feeling great, a perfect drunken swing,
But tread with care, beware the glare, of levels that they bring!

Level 8, it's gettin' late, the world spins 'round and 'round,
Eight beers in, plus Jaeger bombs, Steve's feet donu0027t touch the ground.
Swing and miss, oh what bliss, heu0027s a legend in his mind,
Just watch him tee, from the nearest tree, Jaeger bombs make him blind.

Level 9, Steve's out of line, can't find the hole at all,
Nine beers drunk, then body shots, on the green they start to brawl.
Whou0027s got the salt? This gameu0027s his fault, tequila everywhere,
Golf cart race, a wild chase, his pants are in the air!

Level 10, oh my friend, it's time to call it quits,
Ten beers down, weu0027re outta bounds, in a haze of drunken fits.
Puking in the bushes, it's coming out both ends,
Detox time, a sad climb, our dignity descends!

Oh, the 10 drinking levels of golf, where sanity goes to die,
From sober swings to detox kings, we're aiming for the sky.
At Level 7, itu0027s pure heaven, a golfer's perfect state,
But donu0027t you dare reach Level 10, or you'll regret your fate!

So cheers to beers and golfing tears, weu0027ll always play again,
Just keep it light, and drink just right, and stick to Level 7, my friend!