(written a few years ago)
Let's ban wearing red, let's cut down the rough
Make him fire Steve, and hire back Fluff
There's gotta be something when it's all said and done
To give us a chance to be number one!
Let's focus our minds and get in a zone
Let's workout in secret and dine all alone
Let's get some more practice and quit playing cards
Maybe mine a few fairways at 300 yards!
How can one person perfect every shot
How can his game be so perpetually hot?
Every week on the course he shows us still more
It's hard to believe this kid's twenty-four!
He's shattered the records, our spirits as well
We're still playing great but our scores look like hell
And though we can't beat him, one thing is for sure
We love getting rich here on Tiger Wood's tour!
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