OK. I don't like to kick a man while he's down, even if he's a multi-billionaire who's cheated on his wife with innumerable women. I don't care how much the poor man has made from being a sporting superstar with a squeaky clean and wholey wholesome image. My inclination is to actually feel sorry for Tiger Woods.

But then again, I can't resist when I'm alerted to the fact that the The Porkers, Australia's long serving, long suffering, long rocking and long skanking ska veterans knew something we didn't. Long before Tiger decided to fly out a Las Vegas lady to Melbourne for a cheeky rendezvous on the Romantic Yarra, (Why does the Victorian Government want him back, can't he find a suitable Melbournian?) The Porkers recorded this song in 2004, it's laced with double entendre and it's a damned good time... and yes, it's oh so relevant!

Also, just a bit of trivia for ya:

The Porkers started out life being called The Pork Hunts... Which pretty much some's up most people's opinion (sarcastic or not) of Tiger these days.