Stuck in the Sand (Listen on Spotify) brings a classic rock & roll swagger to the world of bunker meltdowns. While King of the 3 Putt screamed from the green and Iron Off The Tee played it safe, this track kicks up dust, distortion, and gallows humour — a power-chord tribute to every golfer who’s ever waged war with a bunker and lost hard.
Some songs are made for fairways.
This one’s for the dark, grainy pits of despair.
It’s loud. It’s crude. It’s sandy in all the wrong places. With a driving rhythm and enough innuendo to make a caddy blush, this track lives in the wasteland between bad lies and worse decisions. Equal parts desert anthem and full-body tantrum, it’s the sound of a man trapped and slowly losing grip — on his wedge and his dignity.
Lyrics – Stuck in the Sand by Ledge Golf
I should probably buy a turban, ‘coz I’m so stuck in the sand.
Change my name to Bin Laden or Sandshrew — shoutout to my Pokémon fans.
But seriously Imma need to get some lotion, ‘coz I ain’t ever gettin’ off this beach.
And apart from your mom’s asshole, I ain’t ever been buried this deep.
I’ve tried floppin’, poppin’, pickin’ it clean.
Tried to muscle it out — now I’m buried knee-deep.
I got sand-blastin’ up my ass, my friends are laughin’ on the green.
I’m trapped inside a deep-ass bunker, that’s where you’ll find me.
And sorry for the things I said about your mum,
But you can’t forget an ass that sweet!
Fan Feedback
Greaser energy. Dirty lyrics. Sandy disaster. I’m obsessed – @cartpathcarnage
Sounds like Elvis got trapped in a bunker with a lob wedge and a grudge – @friedeggfred
This belongs in every golf cart playlist. Especially when you’ve just taken 4 shots to get out – @wedgesandwhiskey
