The Folker
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Well, my name is "Fingers Murphy" but my story's seldom told,
I massacre folk music with a yard of German plywood and a plectrum,
I do requests-just the ones that have two chords in, And I disregard the rest,
Na na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .
Well, I stand on stage the hero a martyr to me trade,
And carry the reminders of all the gigs I've played in like the Irish Club-in Luton,
Where I fled in mortal fear-with the imprint of a Guinness bottle stamped across my ear
Na na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .
Seeking twenty with expenses I went looking for a gig
Got no offers--just a come on from a groupie up in Neasden,
I do declare--I was feeling rather randy so I had her then and there,
Na na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .
Na na na-ya Na na na na na na na-ya
Na na na-ya Na na na na na na na-ya
Na na na-ya Na na na na na na na-ya
Well, I've sung the full tradition with my finger in my ear,
Cause half the stuff I'm singin'-I just can't bear to hear-it's a load of cobblers,
Bar after bar--to the rhythm of an out of tune Japanese guitar
Na na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .
Well, I met this great guitarist-I asked him for advice,
But the message that he gave me--wasn't very nice or even civil,
Stick it where--and if I did how could I tune it with it stuck way up there,
Na na nya na na na na na na nya etc . . .
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