The Folker

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Well, my name is "Fingers Murphy" 
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but my story's seldom told
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I massacre folk music with a yard 
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of German plywood and a plectrum
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I do requests-just the ones that 
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have two chords in, And I disregard
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 the rest
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Na na nya na na na na na na nya


[Verse 2]

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Well, I stand on stage the hero a 
                Em
martyr to me trade
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And carry the reminders of all the
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 gigs I've played in like the Irish
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 Club-in Luton
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Where I fled in mortal fear-with 
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the imprint of a Guinness bottle 
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stamped across my ear
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Na na nya na na na na na na nya


[Verse 3]

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Seeking twenty with expenses I went
                Em
 looking for a gig
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Got no offers--just a come on from
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 a groupie up in Neasden
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I do declare--I was feeling rather
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 randy so I had her then and there
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Na na nya na na na na na na nya


[Chorus]

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Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na 
na na na-ya
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Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na 
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na na na na-ya
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Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na 
na na na-ya
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Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na 
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na na na na-ya


[Verse 4]
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Well, I've sung the full tradition 
                      Em
with my finger in my ear
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Cause half the stuff I'm singin'-I 
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just can't bear to hear-it's a 
       G
load of cobblers
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Bar after bar--to the rhythm of an
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 out of tune Japanese guitar
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Na na nya na na na na na na nya


[Verse 5]

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Well, I met this great guitarist-I 
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asked him for advice
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But the message that he gave 
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me--wasn't very nice or even civil
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Stick it where--and if I did how 
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could I tune it with it stuck way 
      G
up there
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Na na nya na na na na na na nya



[Chorus]

       Em                     D
Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na 
na na na-ya
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Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na 
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na na na na-ya
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Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na na 
na na na-ya
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Na na na-ya (Tshhhh...) Na na na 
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na na na na-ya