Twas The Night
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’ with 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 tale was all over the news.
With hostesses, waitresses, he had lots of sex,
When not in their pants,
he was sending them texts.
Despite all his crying and begging and pleading,
Tiger’s wife went investing a new home in Sweden.
And I heard her exclaim from her white Escalade,
“If you’re getting laid then I’m gettin’ paid.
Altough she’s not pouting she is full of cheer,
Her prenup made Christmas come early this year.
Go Tiger Go 
