The Folker - The Corries

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. .