…lyrically speaking.

Two dart tourneys yesterday.  Ten hours later I was feeling used and abused.  So, I wrote a song about it.

(With apologies to Lennon/McCartney)

It’s been a hard darts night
And I’ve been throwing like a punk
It’s been a hard darts night

But at least I’m getting drunk
Yet when I get to the line
I think I’ll get it right this time
But I still miss the out

You know I throw all day
To win some money to buy my drinks
And when you lose it in the final leg
Well the money, it kind of stinks
And so I get home and moan
‘Cause I’m to blame alone
You know I can’t hit an out

When I practice, everything seems to be fine
In the games, I don’t have a clue at the line, yeah, yeah, yeah

It’s been a hard darts night
And I’m really having trouble
It’s been a hard darts night
‘Cause I can’t hit the f’n double
But I’ll be back for some more
Because I’m just a darts whore
And that makes me feel alright