Word is to the provost gone and word is to them all
And word is out to all the press, and that’s the worst of all
That Mary Willingham taped her chats
With the highest Tar Heels of all
Oh rise, arise Mary Willingham
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast learned from thy taped chats
With everyone at UNC
“I told them all the simple truth
As it came down to me
And all they gave me in reply
Was haughty hostility.”
Oh rise, arise Mary Willingham
Make sure you’re in good hands
Or thou shalt be beheaded by
A posse of basketball fans