I sent some texts
It was a Friday night
To an intern
It gave him such a fright
I said, "You look so hot"
And "let me in your pants"
Asked him, "Hey, how about a quickie?"

And that's about the time he ran away from me
Interns don't like you when you're Mark Foley
And still more amused with poor young kids
Getting hot for those yuppies
And now it seem I've lost my page
Where's my page again?
Where's my page again?

And later on,
When I got home
I called his friend
From my house phone
I said I was so hot
And you look real good to me
His friend had filed suit already

And in no time the media had got to me
Found I was into scientology
And still more amused by poor young guys
Pissed off the whole GOP
And now it seems I've lost my page
Where's my page, again?
Where's my page, again?

(Instrumental Break)

And that's about the time he ran away from me
Interns don't like you when you're Mark Foley
And still more amused with poor young kids
Getting hot for those yuppies
And now it seem I've lost my page
Where's my page again?
Where's my page again?