The wild folk-singer according to Lackford!I've been a folk singer for most of me life.
And that's not pleased many especially the wife.
But now I've decided that I'd better quit
To much booze, many fags and me voice sounds like s**t
(or grit –if polite!)
And it's oooh arrr forever.
Oooh arr ever no more
Will I play at folk singing
You're happy I'm sure.
I went to a folk club I used to frequent
And I sat there and sung though my g'tar neck was bent
Three strings out of tune and two of them broke
The audience thought that I was a huge joke.
And it's oooh arrr forever.
Oooh arr ever no more
Will I play at folk singing
You're happy I'm sure.
They swore and they cussed and then they threw me out
But I shouted right back " I am better than nowt"
"I've got rhythm, charisma and songs in great store"
but they still won't let me in that folk club no more
And it's oooh arrr forever.
Oooh arr ever no more
Will I play at folk singing
You're happy I'm sure.
I fell on the floor me guitar broke in twain
but when I tried to play it, it sounded the same
the street was all hard and me arse it was sore
and I never will play at folk singing no more.
And it's oooh arrr forever.
Oooh arr ever no more
Will I play at folk singing
You're happy I'm sure.
I'll go home to the wife, tell her what they said
And I'll take up clog dancing and do that instead
I'll go round the streets with bells on my clothes
And my face all blacked up (ha!)so nobody knows.
And it's oooh arrr forever.
Oooh arr ever no more
Will I play at folk singing
You're happy I'm sure.
Freshly penned? Typed? Written in response to the Wild Rover. Thankyou, goodnight! Eric the Viking.