The Folker

verse 1 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 verse 2 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 verse 3 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 Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya verse 4 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 Verse 5 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 Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na na na na-ya