Lyrics

Verse 1:
I'm standing in the pub, with a dart in my hand,
My opponent looks like he couldn't care less.
I aim for triple-twenty, but hit the bartender's ear,
He says: "For you, it's water, mate, no more beer tonight!"

Chorus:
Oh, I throw, I aim, I miscalculate,
That double is a curse, a great big barrel of pain!
From 501 to 3, and then... I miss the double again,
That's the life of a darter with his dartboard rock!

Verse 2:
My girlfriend said: "Honey, you've been practicing since mid-November,
But the only 'bullseye' you hit is the fridge door."
I dream of champion, but play like a broomstick,
My highest score? Three times the wall, and once the cat.

Chorus:
Oh, I throw, I aim, I miscalculate,
That double is a curse, a great big barrel of pain!
From 501 to 3, and then... I miss the double again,
That's the life of a darter with his dartboard rock!

Bridge:
I have shirts with arrows, socks with dartboards,
My dog is named "One-Hundred-Eighty" (he always runs away).
I count in my sleep: "Three times sixty... wait, no..."
And wake up wondering: "Where's my red bullseye?"

Verse 3:
Then I accidentally threw a dart into the cake,
At grandma's birthday, right in the whipped cream.
She said: "Son, if you win, you'll get an extra slice,"
But I even missed the cake—hit grandpa's walking stick.

Final Chorus:
Oh, I throw, I aim, I miscalculate,
That double is a curse, but still I keep on fighting!
From pub to basement, to the shed out back,
With darts in my pocket... and hope in my rock!
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