Nice one Ritchie!

If you type @parody into the DT search window, you'll get hundreds of them..........

Here's one I found in the database and played around with a bit (aplogies to F. Wedlock, and many others...)

The Folkie

(To the tune of "The Boxer")

O I am just a singer
And my songs are bloody old
And I cannot play the music
On a length of Spanish chipboard
Called a Folk Guitar
I do requests
Just the songs I know the words to
And I disregard the rest
(And I never try the high notes
- I'm told it's for the best)

Lie-la-lie etc

Now I come here every Wednesday
And I cannot tell you why
In the company of boozers
Waiting for my spot to come around,
I'm
Shitless scared
Singing low
Seeking out the darker corners
Where the rotten singers go
So if I wet my trousers
Then nobody will know
Lie-la-lie etc

Seeking only free beer and a fag
I come looking for a spot
But I get no offers
Just a come on from the groupie at the bus stop
I do declare
I've had problems with my sex life
Since I fell and broke my wrist
And all my songs are just as bad as this

Lie-la-lie etc

Now the thing about a folk song
Is it's usually quite long
But it always has a chorus
So if I cock the words up
And I start to get it wrong
I can.......um..........

Lie-la-lie etc

At the bar I stand so bravely
And I try to sing my songs
And I carry a reminder
Of every gig I've ever played
Like the Biker's pub in Catford
I fled in fear
With the imprint of a cider jug stamped right behind my ear
And a voice that yelled "Don't sing that shit in here"

Lie-la-lie etc

In the pub there stands a folkie
And a singer by his trade
And he tries to keep on singing
With people in the corner talking
Really loud.
He hopes in vain
They are leaving, they are leaving
But the bastards still remain
So I think I'll sing the chorus once again

Lie-la-lie etc

All the best,

Graeme