You forgot "neener, neener, neener" and "...I know you are, but what am I?", "...I'm rubber, you're glue, what you say bounces off of me and sticks to you...". I could go on, but I know when to stop...do you?
That was how we mocked the woke golf commentators when they started salivating over another fresh plate of Tiger oysters, putting on their Woke bibs and getting ready to "tuck in" as Tiger showed us golfing neanderthals all about inclusion and diversity.
tigga tiega tooga tiga teega tiger tooga
That was well before we found out that Joslyn James was Tiger's personal sous chef... ;-)