Twas the night of Thanksgiving and out of
the house
Tiger Woods came a flyin', chased by his
spouse.
She wielded a nine iron and wasn't too
merry,
Cause a bimbo's phone number was in his
Blackberry.
He'd been cheatin' on Elin, and the story
progressed.
Woman after woman stepped up and
confessed.
He'd been cheatin' with Holly, and Jaimee,
and Cori,
With Joselyn, and Kalika. The world had
the story.
From the top of the Tour to the basement
of blues,
Tiger's sad sordid tale was all over the
news.
With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of
sex,
When not in their pants, he was sendin'
them texts.
Despite all his cryin' and beggin' and
pleadin',
Tiger's wife went investin' -- a new home
in Sweden.
And I heard her exclaim from her white
Escalade,
"If you're gettin' laid then I'm
gettin' paid."
She's not pouting, in fact, she is of
jolly good cheer,
Her prenup made Christmas come early this
year!
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