Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Folker, artist - The Corries. Album song The Comedy Collection, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: GB
Song language: English
The Folker |
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. . |