corries - the folker lyrics
well, my name is “fingers murphy” but my story’s seldom
told,
i m-ssacre 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 j-panese
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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