Mulligan Mafia

🎵 “MULLIGAN MAFIA”

(To the tune of a hard-rock / stadium anthem)

They roll up Thursday night dressed in black,

Got scorecards loaded and they’re never lookin’ back.

Fairways fear ’em, greens know their name,

Every week another victim in the TNW game.

No mercy, no favours,

No handouts, no saviours.

You can talk all you want,

But the Mafia collects.

🎶 MULLIGAN MAFIA!

Running this town!

Taking your hopes and driving ‘em into the ground!

MULLIGAN MAFIA!

The kings of the fight!

When the scorecards close,

They’re the last team standing tonight! 🎶

Brimmer’s got the family marching in line,

Every birdie, every point, every dollar and dime.

Captains keep chirping but they’re all talk,

The Mafia’s stacking wins while the rest take the walk.

One by one the teams fall down,

The Commish watches as they run this town.

No witnesses, no alibis,

Just another Thursday Night Wars surprise.

Final Chorus

🎶 MULLIGAN MAFIA!

The family reigns!

Leaving broken dreams all over the greens!

MULLIGAN MAFIA!

The message is clear!

If you’re coming for the crown—

You better bring an army this year

“You don’t beat the Mulligan Mafia… you just survive them.” Mulligan Mafia