There is a louse in Washing--ton
They call the Foley Bum
And he's been the ruin of many a poor Page
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a hooker
She screwed me in my teens,
My father was a sickoman
hands always down my jeans

Now the only thing a Foley needs
Is a keyboard as a trap
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's packing crap

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Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
with the louse of Washing--ton

Well, I got one hand on the keyboard
The other in my pants
I'm goin' back to Washing--ton
To wear his ball and chain

There is a louse in Washing--ton
They call the Foley Bum
And he's been the ruin of many a poor Page
And God I know I'm one