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--With apologies to folk musicians in general, sung to the tune of 'Hang down your head, Tom Dooley'--
Hang down your head, Mark Foley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Mark Foley Poor boy, you’re bound to fry
I met him in the Congress, he was just a page Sent him nasty emails, 'cause I like 'em under age
Hang down your head, Mark Foley Hang down your head and cry (ah-uh-eye) Hang down your head, Mark Foley Poor boy, you’re bound to fry
Come next Novemeber, don't know where I’ll be I'd still be in congress, If it weren't for ABC (well now, boy)
Hang down (your head) your head (Foley) and cry Hang down your head and cry (ah poor boy, ah well-ah) Hang down (your head) your head (Foley) and cry Poor boy, you’re bound to fry --repeat--
This time tomorrow, reckon where I’ll be trolling in some chatroom pretending I'm seventeen
Hang down your head, Mark Foley Hang down your head and cry (poor boy ah well uh) Hang down your head, Mark Foley Poor boy, you’re bound to fry Poor boy, you’re bound to fry Poor boy, you’re bound to fry Poor boy, you’re bound to .......fry
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