Hang Down Your Head, Tom Brady

(To the tune of "Tom Dooley," a 19th Century folk song, best known in the 1958 chart-topping version by the Kingston Trio. In reality, the man on whom it was based, Tom Dula, was probably innocent, and Mr. Grayson may have been the real killer.)

Throughout history, there have been many songs written about sports. This next one tells the story of a Mister Foles, a beautiful woman, and a condemned man named Tom Brady. Condemned to be remembered as the man who both blew 19-0, and lost a Super Bowl to the Philadelphia Eagles.

Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Kiss your title goodbye!

We met on Ipanema.
Made Gisele my wife.
Took her back to Boston.
Showed her my cool life.

Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Kiss your title goodbye!

Went down to Phoenix.
What became of me?
Hadn't of been for the Giants
I'd have made new history!

Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Kiss your title goodbye!

Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Kiss your title goodbye...

This time tomorrow
reckon I'm still beat.
Nick Foles leads a party
heading down South Broad Street!

Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Kiss your title goodbye!

Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom... Brady
Kiss your title goodbye!

Kiss your title goodbye!

Kiss your title goodbye!

Kiss your title good...bye!