Verse 1
They're camped at the kitchen, two up at the net,
Paddle raised high like they own this set.
But I read the angle, I feel the groove —
Step back, load up, it's time to move.
Pre-Chorus
They think they've got me, boxed in tight,
But I've been saving this shot all night.
Down the line it flies, hug that sideline close,
Past the outstretched paddle — that's what hurts the most.
No lob, no dink, no second-guess delay —
A passing shot in motion, sailing… by!
Verse 2
Cross-court angle, catch 'em leaning wrong,
Painted on the baseline — been planning this all along.
Low and flat and kissing just inside,
Too clean to chase, too fast to slide.
Pre-Chorus
They thought they'd poach, they crowded in —
But the net player missed it again.
Down the line it flies, hug that sideline close,
Past the outstretched paddle — that's what hurts the most.
No lob, no dink, no second-guess delay —
A passing shot in motion, sailing… by!
Verse 3
Now the tables turn, they read my lean,
Sharpest passing shot that I have seen.
I crashed the net, thought I had it made,
But they found the line and I got played.
Pre-Chorus
Frozen at the kitchen, paddle too high,
kissed it goodbye.
Down the line it flies, hug that sideline close,
Past the outstretched paddle — that's what hurts the most.
No lob, no dink, no second-guess delay —
A passing shot in motion, sailing… by!
Bridge
You gotta wait for the short ball drop,
Move your feet, don't you dare stop.
Keep it low, keep it wide,
Let the court geometry be your guide.
Erne? Nope. Overhead? Not today.
You left that lane open — I'm going that way!
Final Chorus — Big Finish
Down the line it flies, hug that sideline close,
Past the outstretched paddle — that's what hurts the most.
No lob, no dink, no second-guess delay —
A passing shot in motion, sailing… by!
Pickleball Sessions Vol. 1
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